It has been 100 years since the Soviets conquered the United States and much of the world. Now the scattered Free Cities within the U.S. are about to unite and form a new nation with one goal: to forever drive the hated Soviets from America's shores. And there's only one man who can spearhead thi...
# 1 in Doomsday Warrior Series
A distress signal sends postnuke heroes Ted Rockson and his squad of Freedom Fighters across the horrific Forbidden Zone. In the mysterious Far West, they clash with Cultmaster Chairman Jensen, an opponent who is turning a small band of survivalists into zombies!
Marked for ritual sacrifice by superstitious natives, Ted Rockson and his "Rock Team" must wrest control of the doomsday device the natives worship--before a crazed Soviet officer can use it. For if its awesome power is unleashed, the last hope for a reborn America will be trampled into the dust!
Nearly 100 years after Russia's thermonuclear first strike turned America into a radioactive wasteland, a new danger suddenly appears in the skies. The ancient space systems of the 1980s have been mysteriously reactivated--and only Ted Rockson, the Doomsday Warrior, can prevent total destruction!
Unabridged. Ravaged by WWlll, America is now a brutalized Russian colony, but a loose and secret federation of Free Cities rises up to fight the hated oppressors! Rockson--the Doomsday Warrior leads the American Rebels against the Russian occupation in their most desperate hour and is captured an...
America's Zero Hour--One hundred years after Russia's thermonuclear first strike, the radioactive wasteland that was once America has become a slave state crushed under the iron fist of the Soviet invader. Only a small, fierce group of survivors refuse to submit to the oppressive Red overloards. ...
Russia's nuclear first strike against an unprepared United States has turned the land of the free into the home of brutal hordes of Soviet invaders intent on enslaving all who survived the atomic holocaust. But out of the radioactive rubble emerges a heroic leader of American rebels who choose to...
The free-fighters have fought their first major engagement in their campaign to rid America's shores of foreign invaders after 100 years of occupation. With devastating results...Declaring it a victory, the free-fighters have suffered countless losses in the end. Century City, their secret underg...
They all could see that once they dragged themselves ashore on a sandy beach. His arm had been ripped open. The flesh was gashed right down the middle from his shoulder almost to the elbow, a good three-inch-deep cut like a butcher starting to make the incision for the flank meats. He was out col...
Once Rock got the hang of it he was steering down the plains and hills of Iowa like he was going through an obstacle course. The only drawback was the constant booming and chugging of the alcohol engine that took up the entire rear of the car, the small tin chimney poking through the roof and spi...
Rock, Kim, and the president had to continually swat at their faces and hands. The creatures were in a state of frenzy at so much death to dine on spread out across the corpse-strewn prairie. The buzzing insects seemed unable to tell the difference between the living and the dead as they dove in ...
It was one thing to go out fighting, or be struck by a bolt of lightning while traversing the Rocky Mountains—or many other possible ways of croaking. But this—this was something else entirely. Without a chance of final pride, of a feeling that one had done something good in this final moment of ...
He’d smash this Chessman and his hypnotic power, destroy the damned police who cremated innocent people, who kept this burg under their thumb. But how, alone? He remembered the derelict outside his office building. The one who had whispered for Rockson to come see him if h...
He loved the steam, the heat, the sweating. His flaccid, hairy body responded to it, sang with the steam hissing from the heated rocks. And he didn’t like to be disturbed in these sojourns into peace. The affairs of state were most trying, and he had to have his relaxation...
tore through the luggage that stood just inside the front door of his six-room suite, searching frantically. “Where are they? Where the fucking hell are they? Someone’s going to die tonight. Do you hear me?” he screamed out to six KGB officers who stood nearby, staring str...
He bent his flabby body over the face plate and tried to make out the face he saw inside it. And he gasped aloud. “It is Rockson! I knew that the giant mountain man’s presence indicated that his leader, Rockson, had to be nearby. But he’s dead! Remarkable! And sad . . .” Zhabnov stood up and seem...
They burst through the stairwell door into a scene of horror. “Now, isn’t this cozy,” McCaughlin said, finding four naked officers standing around a tied and spread-eagled teenage girl. They had been taking turns raping her and pushing their pistols into her sex, which was...
For a moment, the ground felt strangely soft beneath their feet, almost like walking on a field of thick springy grass, to the combined Freefighter-Australian force of nearly forty men and God-knew-how-many beasts of burden who had been walking across the sunbaked prairieland for nearly two days....
The night had been long and hard, hard as a tomb. The acid rains had come and spewed out their fuming black droplets as big as grapes. Rain that melted, ate, everything that it touched. Throughout the surrounding peaks and valleys corpses lay, black and smoldering, fused into grotesque mockeries ...
White broiling clouds overhead discharged a steady heavy snow that blanketed their way and made visibility nil. Rockson kept the men moving through the deeper and deeper drifts. They leaned low on their thick-maned ’brids, using the pungent mops of dark golden mane as blankets, and zipped up thei...
Sometimes it seemed that every moment of his life since he had been eight years old, and had fled from the Russian soldiers who had massacred his family, had been filled with fighting and death. He should feel wonderful that the particle beam weapons had performed so successfully, yet he couldn’t...
The first thing Ted Rockson saw when he awoke the next morning was a large, black, ugly bird, with wings that must have been at least eight feet across and a strange hooked beak. It was flying in circles perhaps ninety feet above him, its red eyes looking down with great curiosity. &n...
He sighed and called a halt to the column. Too many porcupine quills . . . maybe a thousand. “What’s up, Rock,” Chen asked. “I think we’ve found the Millies,” he whispered. There was no chance to reach for their weapons, so t...
Next to him was Rona Wallender, naked as a bluejay and sleeping happily with a big smile on her face. She had knocked softly, then loudly on the door around two in the morning after Rockson had retired to his room. His head had been swirling with troubled thoughts about the mission he would soon ...
They kneeled before him on their prayer rugs, each unfolded out, so that two hundred squares of fabric with two hundred souls prostrate atop them filled the main quadrant of the oil tanker. “Oh, Allah, we who are about to join you in Paradise send our prayers of thanks now...
Von Reisling’s orders had been clear and succinct—not a man should emerge from those hellish bogs unless they had the two Americans in tow. Otherwise they would wish they had stayed. The troops had to leave all their heavy equipment behind, as the footing, even using the w...
He had decided to leave the tower and get some fresh air, even if it was cool midnight air. He had been reading the engineering reports for hours, and it made him feel ill. Not because the reports were bad, quite the contrary. The crystal was nearly wired, and soon he would be master of the world...