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?