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By James Herbert

Man as opposed to rat—the stability of strength has shifted

The long-dreaded nuclear conflict has come. The urban is torn aside and its humans destroyed or mutilated past desire. for only a few, survival is feasible in basic terms underneath the wrecked streets—if there's time to prevent the slow-descending toxic ashes. yet less than, the rats, demonic offspring in their irradiated forebears, are ready. They recognize that man has been weakened, develop into frail—and has turn into their prey.

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