A great civilization burned in the flames of nuclear fire. Those who survived Armageddon's Gehenna prefer to sit out in the ruins of cities, telling each other stories about times gone by forever. Hunting cow snails, celebrating Mut's Day, and looking for swag in the ruins - that's all their simple joy. However, now these miserable settlements of the poor fellows are being crushed by the monstrous tread of the hellish Legion. Yes, there are few brave ones left. There are few people who like to ride and live in omnivorous armored vehicles, break into ancient caches and gnaw the ham of a mutant dog by the fire. But they exist. Their name is wanderers of dusty roads. They are feared, hated, respected. Only they are still capable of stirring up the inert mass, breathing a rebellious spirit into dormant minds, and rousing people to fight the Legion. One of them, the owner of the car ship Gustav, will one day have to choose between people and godless creatures. And his choice will not be easy. His choice will be monstrous.