Two hundred years after the apocalypse the human race, buried in the bowels of the earth, is a few tortured breaths from extinction. It offers up one last gift to the poisoned surface and the mutant life forms that survive there; a new species. Up until now the creatures of fiction, these new beings must determine the purpose of their being. Are they only the violent spawn of mankind's evil doomed to a soulless eternity, or the progenitors of a better, more hopeful world? Is it possible for them to tear the throats from their prey, drink the blood, and still pray to god?
Two hundred years after the apocalypse the human race, buried in the bowels of the earth, is a few tortured breaths from extinction. It offers up one last gift to the poisoned surface and the mutant life forms that survive there; a new species. Up until now the creatures of fiction, these new beings must determine the purpose of their being. Are they only the violent spawn of mankind's evil doomed to a soulless eternity, or the progenitors of a better, more hopeful world? Is it possible for them to tear the throats from their prey, drink the blood, and still pray to god?