Not Exactly The Future We Were Hoping For. . . .
Where are these scientists going?
What is a “scientist” anyway?
Hella doesn’t know what they’re looking for, exactly, running across the badlands like that.
Stampede doesn’t like the payday—especially since the job’s too big for just the two of them.
And none of them like that thing coming out of the ripple—the one with all the tentacles. They don’t like that thing at all.
Visit the Great Plains of a shattered future, which went from a place where nothing ever happens to a place where anything can. The locals liked it better the old way, but this isn’t your father’s Oklahoma. This isn’t even your father’s Gamma World.