Years have passed since an all-out civil war devastated Russia. A young survivor returns to the ruins of what had been her home as part of a team researching the aftermath of the final day. But What they encounter there is something no one could have predicted - something lives in the radioactive ruins, wanting answers, and possibly even revenge.Years have passed since an all-out civil war devastated Russia. The last day of that war saw a nuclear exchange that left millions dead. A young survivor returns to the ruins of what had been her home as part of a university team researching the aftermath of the final day and its effect on the environment. But it is not just the environment that has been altered. What they encounter there is something no one could have predicted - something lives in the radioactive ruins, wanting answers, and possibly even revenge. It is down to this one survivor to do something drastic and finally lay to rest the ghosts of the past.

For decades, the Roswell Incident has been shrouded in mystery rumor and hearsay. Only now can the truth, or something approximate to it, be finally revealed.Ryan warned that the things in the dead-end creek were in fact slimy, fetid, space alien freaks.And any kid dumb enough to approach their dark lair had better believe in the power of prayer. For underneath that calm surface of warm water and frog belly -waited sinister incarnate! Waited monster! Waited smelly! If that kid, so determined to make his way across, might step on some stones or some green fishy moss, or perchance he should slip and step into their sludge, then his boots, snared so tightly, would no longer budge. And no matter how hard that child strained, tugged or yanked, the Mud Gullumpers pulled harder and the boots slowly sank ‘til the child screamed in fear, and by clinging to rocks, freed his feet and ran home in his wet, soiled socks.