Raw determination in a stillborn land...
IN THE RAVAGED WORLD OF DEATHLANDS, YOU HAVE FEW FRIENDS. AND MANY ENEMIES.
America's post-holocaust nightmare continues as Ryan Cawdor returns to the monstrous urban slum that was once New York City... and discovers a piece of the future...
As the roaming band of survivors seek desperately to escape the eerie wastes and mutated life-forms of their nuclear hell, they emerge from a gateway back into the ruins of Manhatten—the concrete battlefield where Ryan had avenged the death of his father and older brother.
The city is a flooded hellzone ruled by street gangs and hordes of reptilian mutants who inhabit the sewers. Under this urban ruin lives the self-styled King of the Underground, presiding over his subterranean fortress filled with prenuke memorabilia. And here, in this once great metropolis, lives a ten-year-old boy. He is Ryan Cawdor's son...
The children shall inherit the Earth.
The dying woman had been knifed by one of the scalie guards as she'd tried to escape
"Should I end it for her?" Ryan asked, hand on his panga.
At the sound of his voice, the woman's eyes opened. For several long heartbeats she gazed blindly into space. Then she moved her head and her eyes locked on Ryan's face. "You," she finally whispered.
Her hand spidered up her chest to her throat and gripped a square metal pendant. "Take," she commanded, her eyes burning into Ryan's good one. "Open. Rona said to find you. Died long back. Quest. Look after." Her breathing was becoming faster and more shallow.
Slowly Ryan opened the locket and found that it contained two things—a tiny ringlet of blond hair and a picture, a faded, pale brown portrait.
"Who is it?" he asked, even though he knew what the answer was going to be.
"Your son, Ryan Cawdor. It's your son."