The world is a hard, cold place, and that was before the living dead trampled it underfoot. This warrior would be one to know. He never did have an easy path, and this morning is no exception as he stares at the glittering ruins in the distance.New Orleans. The city is now a crumbling maze, haunted by psychotic warlords leading bloodthirsty gangs. Even from the road, he can feel the presence of other survivors... scavengers, warriors, like him. His own brand of coldness has kept him alive this long, but there's no way in hell he can go on without ammo. His choices are Nola, or death.But the Big Easy has her generous moments. A wayward woman crosses his path, the rarest prize a heart as black as his could hope for. But isn't it just his luck? This prize has fire in her belly-- and a bounty on her head.
