In the post-nuclear kingdom of the dead even a dying man is king
POST-NUCLEAR AMERICA was a slagheap littered with the charred debris of the holocaust. Only a few survivros remained—some dedicated to rebuilding civilization, most determined to drive humanity deeper into the abyss.
BLADE, an Alpha Triad Warrior, was a fighter with a razor-sharp temper. He had sworn to protect The Home from all invaders—but this time he had to slaughter to innocent to save the guilty.
GERONIMO was a full-blooded Indian Warrior with a half-baked idea. He headed for the Dead Zone to get his head together. But instead of peace, he found his head was in serious danger of being severed from his neck by...
THE LEGION, savage nomadic horsemen, who swept down out of the hills like starving locusts, devouring, defiling and destroying everything in their path. There was no way out for Geronimo—unless he sacrificed his honor and violated the sacred law of his people...
THEY WERE TRYING TO BURY HIM ALIVE
One of the giant red ants poked its head through the pit wall halfway between Geronimo and the top of the crater.
Geronimo wheeled, raising the Marlin, realizing he'd been outflanked, outmaneuvered by the crafty devils! They'd dug a new tunnel, cirumventing the bodies, bypassing the dead ants and emerging from the pit wall.
Behind him, there was renewed commotion as the ants tore into the bodies, working frantically to force an exit.
He was trapped!
Ants behind him and ants in front of him!
They had him right where they wanted him.