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Ryan glanced in the rearview mirror

"We're not going to get away," he shouted grimly.

"We have to," Mildred answered, then shrugged and dropped her heavy med kit.

"Heave the supplies! Lose everything!"

Stunned for a moment by the incredible act, Ryan resolutely reached behind for

his backpack. Mildred knew her stuff, and whatever it was that was after them, he

didn't want it to reach them for the sake of a few pounds.

With the motorcycles moving at top speed, the companions raced through the

forest in a nightmare of dodging trees and crashing through bushes.

Unstoppable, the death wave from the Kite swept onward, getting closer and

closer with each passing moment…

Gaia's Demise

#47 in the Deathland series

James Axler

A GOLD EAGLE BOOK FROM WORLDWIDE

TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON • AMSTERDAM • PARIS •

SYDNEY • HAMBURG • STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN

MADRID • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND

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If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is

stolen property. It was reported as "unsold and destroyed" to the publisher, and

neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this "stripped

book."

As always, for Melissa

First edition October 1999

ISBN 0-373-62547-2

GAIA'S DEMISE

this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other

means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying

and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden

without the written permission of the publisher, Worldwide Library, 225 Duncan

Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9.

All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author

and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They

are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author,

and all incidents are pure invention.

® and TM are trademarks of the publisher. Trademarks indicated with ® are

registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office, the Canadian Trade

Marks Office and in other countries.

Printed in U.S.A.

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…for when all the strong elements, military and feudal, were unhinged, mighty

forces became adrift, and the void was open. And after a pause, into the void

strode a maniac of ferocious genius, the repository and expression of the most

virulent hatred that has ever corroded the human heart. The door of opportunity

was open, the dreadful time was at hand, and God help us, it was all about to

begin once more…

—Sir Winston Churchill,

The Hinge of Fate, 1938

THE DEATHLANDS SAGA

This world is their legacy, a world born in the violent nuclear spasm of 2001 that

was the bitter outcome of a struggle for global dominance.

There is no real escape from this shockscape where life always hangs in the

balance, vulnerable to newly demonic nature, barbarism, lawlessness.

But they are the warrior survivalists, and they endure—in the way of the lion, the

hawk and the tiger, true to nature's heart despite its ruination.

Ryan Cawdor: The privileged son of an East Coast baron. Acquainted with

betrayal from a tender age, he is a master of the hard realities.

Krysty Wroth: Harmony ville's own Titian-haired beauty, a woman with the

strength of tempered steel. Her premonitions and Gaia powers have been fostered

by her Mother Sonja.

J. B. Dix, the Armorer: Weapons master and Ryan's close ally, he, too, honed his

skills traversing the Deathlands with the legendary Trader.

Doctor Theophilus Tanner: Torn from his family and a gentler life in 1896, Doc

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has been thrown into a future he couldn't have imagined.

Dr. Mildred Wyeth: Her father was killed by the Ku Klux Klan, but her fate is

not much lighter. Restored from predark cryogenic suspension, she brings

twentieth-century healing skills to a nightmare.

Jak Lauren: A true child of the wastelands, reared on adversity, loss and danger,

the albino teenager is a fierce fighter and loyal friend.

Dean Cawdor: Ryan's young son by Sharona accepts the only world he knows,

and yet he is the seedling bearing the promise of tomorrow.

In a world where all was lost, they are humanity's last hope…

Prologue

A hundred years ago, a rain of nuclear bombs obliterated civilization in a few

minutes of blazing horror. It was the end of the world. Doomsday. Skydark.

The great cities were gone in a blinding flash, replaced by bomb craters whose

deadly glow illuminated the nighttime sky. Mountains rose and fell, valleys

slammed shut and lakes boiled under the atomic bombardment, permanently

altering the topography of North America. Burning clouds of isotopes and poisons

filled the sky in an endless, raging hurricane, and acid rain pounded the lush

farmland and forests of the continent into sterile desert.

With the first nuclear explosion, the tissue-thin tapestry of civilization was ripped

apart. The rule of law was replaced overnight with the somber, draconian edict of

survival of the fittest. Cannibals hunted prey, cold-hearts brutally raided farms and

slavers seized anybody they could as chattel. Plus, lost in the wilds of the new

world were functioning predark war machines. Shielded against the onslaught of

the atomic holocaust, the computer-operated juggernauts were patiently waiting to

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continue a war that was long finished, and death was almost always the reward for

the person who foolishly awoke one of the terrible sleeping giants.

In crumbling ruins, ragged people fought to the death over a dented can of food or

a single precious bullet.

Any type of gun was more valuable than gold, defense against the horrible

swarms of muties, twisted abominations that arose from the nuke craters and

feasted on the flesh of humanity.

Slowly, over the long decades, civilization of a sort was returning to the world.

Crude walled cities were rising from the ashes of the past. The populations of

these villes were ruthlessly governed by self-appointed barons, each ruler backed

by a private army of brutal sec men. Whips and chains kept the people inside,

while barbed wire and blasters kept the muties out.

Electricity was seldom seen, starvation universal, rape a daily event, death the

only known means of escape. This was America in the late twenty-first century.

Welcome to the Deathlands.

But one small handful of people refused to surrender hope. Ryan Cawdor and his

companions traveled the continent searching for someplace where they could

settle down and live in peace. Armed with functioning pre-dark weapons, the

companions killed only when necessary, and preferred trading for supplies rather

than stealing. In a world gone mad, these simple acts of dignity nearly made them

legends.

In addition, Ryan Cawdor and the others knew the greatest military secret of the

predark world: the redoubts.

Hidden across America, these often huge underground bunkers were built by the

government to withstand direct nuclear hits. Powered by the near limitless energy

of nuclear reactors, most redoubts were still intact after a century, incredible

havens of safety with fluorescent lights, air-conditioning and drinkable water.

Originally, the subterranean bases were stockpiled with everything needed to

rebuild the country after the coming apocalypse—weapons, tools, military

vehicles, fuel and medicine. Those countless tons of supplies were long gone, with

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only a few forgotten boxes of dusty weapons and dehydrated food packs

remaining. However, these meager scraps from the past were more than enough to

give the companions a fighting chance to stay alive. And sometimes they came

across a major prize.

Yet even more importantly, the redoubts were linked together by the incredible

mat-trans units. These amazing machines depended on technology advanced

almost beyond understanding. The mat-trans units could transfer a living person

from one redoubt to another in only seconds, which allowed the companions to

quickly leave a dangerous area, hunt for food and continue their search for a

permanent home.

Unfortunately, it now seemed possible that others might also know the vital secret

of the redoubts.

A few days earlier, a stranger named Overton had attacked Ryan's home ville of

Front Royal with an army of sec men. The troops were wearing impossibly clean

blue shirts and were armed with predark weapons in mint condition. Overton's

goal was to conquer Front Royal by any means available, then physically link it

with two neighboring villes in Virginia, creating a single massive walled city, a

gigantic metropolis the likes of which hadn't been seen for more than a century.

The would-be usurper was finally neutralized by Ryan, but the reasons behind the

insane plan were lost in violent death, and the mysterious origin of the weapons

was never resolved.

Had Overton been working alone in his plan to seize control of those three East

Coast baronies? Or was he a vanguard, an advance agent paving the way for

somebody else? Was creating a new metropolis in Deathlands the final goal, or

only the first step of a much larger plan? And was the secret of the redoubts'

existence still safe?

A dying man had said the answers to these questions could be found in a distant

ville called Shiloh. While the baron at Front Royal started to rebuild the badly

damaged ville, Ryan Cawdor and the companions left on a perilous overland

journey to try to discover if the brutal war for the baronies was indeed over.

Or only just beginning…

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Chapter One

"Black dust!" the man screamed, pointing toward the horizon. "What the hell is

that?"

A dozen people at the campsite stopped whatever they were doing and turned to

look in the direction indicated. Cresting a hill far down the road was a wag of

some sort—no, it was a rolling box of metal, with a stream of faint bluish smoke

coming from its rear. The sides were sloped at sharp angles, no windshield or

windows were visible and it had numerous big black wheels. There wasn't a single

visible piece of wood in the whole contraption.

"A wag," a teenager murmured, wiping his mouth on a dirty sleeve as he placed

aside his plate of stew. Standing, the teenager grabbed a longblaster from the top

of a woodpile and worked the bolt, chambering a round. He licked dry lips as a

soft wind ruffled the thin rags that were his clothing.

Another man stood and pulled a crossbow into view from his nest of clothes. "A

metal wag. I never seen one that moved before!"

Leaning heavily on a repaired crutch, an elderly man glanced over his shoulder to

a nearby grassy field. A crude wall of thickets and sharp sticks formed a defensive

barrier around the clearing, and in the middle stood a faded yellow school bus, its

many windows heavily patched with gray tape and bits of plastic. The wheels

were sunk into the hard ground, and a tilted stone chimney rose from the back.

The rusted remains of a few other wags doted the field, the grass thin enough in

spots to see the cracked black material underneath. Way off by itself, the rounded

shell of a beetle-shaped vehicle was surrounded by weeds, the open front door

showing that the interior had been completely stripped except for a cushioned seat

that had a hole cut in the bottom. The opening continued through the chassis and

deep into the ground. Fat flies buzzed around the battered wag, and for an

unknown reason, a half moon was painted on the door.

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"A working wag," Tant breathed excitedly. The young man drew a bulky revolver

from the belt holding his buckskin jacket closed, and lovingly ran his hands over

the Parkerized finish of the big-bore weapon. The wooden handle had been

replaced with bone long ago. "Must be some baron," a pretty blonde suggested,

and she pulled a long carving knife from her sleeve.

"Or slavers," another man grumbled, touching a ragged scar that completely

circled his thick neck. In his massive hands, he held a metal rod tipped with a

razor-sharp radiator fan. The ends glistened, mirror bright in the morning sun.

"They got wags. Well, sometimes."

"We best leave it alone," an old woman stated. She hobbled a bit closer to the

roadway but didn't cross onto the gravel of the berm. She knew her place. That

honor was for menfolk only.

"Let them leave without a toll?" an old man snapped angrily, watching the wag

come steadily closer. His face was deeply lined, but not from hunger, and a

puckered star on the right cheek marked where he had been shot in the face at

close range. His boots were patched, his jacket was lined with the fur of mountain

lion and a brace of oiled revolvers jutted from his wide leather belt. "Black dust,

what for, woman?"

Her weak eye wandering aimlessly, the old woman scowled down the road and

gestured at the strange vehicle. "Are ya daft, Spector? That ain't be no civvy wag.

That's a war wag, a tank!"

Raising a hand to strike her, Spector held his anger at the outburst, knowing she

was only doing so for the good of the collectors. Dimly, he recalled hearing the

word before from Grandda. His father's father had been a great leader of the

collectors, siring fourteen children before dying. A mutie had leaped from the

belly of a deer they killed one winter and tore off his arms before the others could

bludgeon it to death.

Drawing a blaster, Spector squinted against the distance. Naw, couldn't be a real

tank as the wag didn't have those metal belts on either side that chewed up the

streets. It had whatyacallems.

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"Tires," Tant said, loading a massive crossbow. The quarrel was of green wood,

but the barbed tip was steel, lashed into place with human hair.

"Blasters," he added, scowling. "Them there be fancy autoblasters on its top!"

"Autoblasters?" asked a pregnant girl brandishing an ax, a naked child hiding

behind her voluminous skirts.

"Fire more slugs than a hundred sec men at once!"

A young man with only the wispy hint of a beard on his jaw curled a lip.

"Horseshit," he declared.

"It's the truth."

"Let it pass, Da," a redheaded boy suggested, the glass bottle in his hands sloshing

slightly. The whiskey bottle with its burning rag of a fuse was actually only filled

with urine, but most folks thought it to be a Molotov and steered clear of the

pretend firebomb.

Pushing back his cap, Spector stood firm before the steady advance of the war

wag. "Anybody can pass," he stated, shifting his grip on his wheelgun. "Long as

they pays a toll. This be our road, child! Don't we sweep away the leaves in the

fall and fill in the holes after the snows? Our grandies guarded this here road for

the eagle god, and so do we. Ain't nobody pass 'less they pays a toll. One can

food, one bullet or a day of work."

The group took heart from the ancient words and formed a line across the long

expanse of concrete. Only the faintest suggestions of ruins marked where the

mighty booths stood, but those had been destroyed in skydark. There were cracks

in the surface, but those had been carefully patched. Every weed was pulled, the

loose gravel along the east side raked into neat order and the grassy strip to the

west trimmed neatly. Beyond the strip lay the broken remains of shattered

concrete, trees growing wild from the cracks, and most of the surface masked by

decades of grass and vines. But that wasn't their side. That was the north, and they

were the southbound. The war between the two rival gangs had ended many

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winters ago in a bloody fight still referred to as Death Day. Now only the south

remained to rule the great road of exit that stretched from the mountains to the

terrible ocean.

The big wag was a lot closer now, its speed unchanging. Spector could see it was

a lot bigger than he'd first thought, and the body was made of different colors, not

painted camouflage like hunters did to hide in the bush. No, sir, the metal itself

was a clean green in one area, and blackened with fire damage in another, as if the

machine were pieced together from a dozen damaged wags. Surprisingly, it made

excellent camouflage. Once in thick bushes, the machine would be damn difficult

to spot. Big cans and bags were strapped to the sides under layers of fishing nets.

"Loot," Tant said greedily, releasing the safety lock on his crossbow. "Look at it!

They got so much they can't keep it all inside!"

Spector stepped between the man and the approaching wag so that the needle tip

of the quarrel touched his chest. "We ain't be thieves or coldhearts," the older man

stated. "This be our road, and we take tolls. That be all. No raping the women or

taking more than usual. Understand?"

Tant felt a rush of heat to his face, partly from shame but the rest from anger. His

hands tightened on the stock and trigger of the crossbow, the muscles in his arms

hardening as he fought conflicting emotions. Spector stayed motionless, letting

the younger man decide the matter for himself. A good leader didn't always

command, but sometimes listened. The engine noise of the war wag was

discernible when the younger man finally relaxed his aggressive stance.

"Sorry," he apologized, and fired.

At point-blank range, the shaft went completely through the old man's chest.

Staggering backward onto the road, Spector fell to his knees and Tant swung the

stock of the crossbow like a club. Spector's head broke apart, one eye flying off

into the wood, bones and brains spilling onto the pale concrete.

Retrieving the blaster from the dead man's clothing, Tant turned to face the rest of

the collectors. The butt of the weapons were still warm from the dead man, and

somehow that gave the killer a rush of courage.

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