Survive or perish in the dark heart of tomorrow
In the post-holocaust wastelands of 22nd-century America, precious little remains of life before the nuclear blowout. Legends circulate of Redoubts, secret preDark military bases with caches of flood, medicine and, most important, weapons. Yet only a few of the ragged elite possess the arcane knowledge that enables them to locate and access these valuable storehouses.
In a hidden Redoubt in Ohio, Ryan Cawdor and his band of warrior survivalists take possession of the ultimate Deathlands warwag—a crude but effective tank called Leviathan. But having this steel-plated behemoth is a double-edged sword when they fall into the trap of Lady Ward of Novaville, who wants Leviathan for her own means of destruction and domination.
In the Deathlands, the future is just an idea.
Dean scanned the area. "Where's Krysty?"
Startled, Ryan jerked his head around. One glance told him she wasn't in the tank with them. Rushing to a blasterport, the one-eyed man blew away the outside greenery with a single discharge and looked frantically at the alleyway. Ivy was everywhere, thickening by the second.
"Second floor!" Doc cried, standinmg at the rooftop periscope.
Ryan turned and found her, dangling from the grip of the mutie plant twenty feet in the air. Her .38 discharged once, pointing at nothing in particular. Then she was hauled over the rooftop and gone.
"Combat positions," Ryan ordered, striding past his friends and sliding into the driver's seat. "We're going after her."