Publisher's Synopsis
After two long years of struggling, one might think it would have gotten easier. One would be wrong. The ten percent who were lucky enough to have survived the two waves of electromagnetic pulses didn't consider themselves so... lucky, that is. In some ways the world is beginning to normalize. The survivors are finding creative ways to grow and share crops. The entrepreneurial spirit is returning. Shops are reopening And people are finally getting comfortable with doing things that at first disgusted them. Rat jerky is now the primary source of meat for many urban dwellers. In other ways, though, things which everyone wished would change stubbornly stayed the same. Although most of them have been killed, a few marauders remained. And they continued to plunder from the good folks at the end of a gun because they were too lazy to work for their food. Others were out there as well. Others who were much more sinister, much more sadistic. Others who weren't content in just taking provisions. They were looking for victims. So they could deprive them of their most intimate treasures. And then torture and kill them. One such monster has found his way into Kerrville.
