The desperate men are loose in the world. they come by night, slipping past the guards and around the barriers, driving ever Eastward, until at last they meet the barrier of the poisoned Atlantic. They turn northward, but no barrier of the poisoned Atlantic. they turn northward, but no matter where they go, the land is turning arid, the fish are dying in the waters, animals are disappearing from the fields. Hunger feeds their desperation, for the world is starving to death, the final result of the work of the polluters. They have poisoned the waters; scourged the soil, destroyed the viable seeds of life ... and now the planet Earth draws a shroud of pestilence, waiting for the final moments ... waiting to die ... waiting until one man no longer submits to the inevitable, and fights back against the messengers of death!
Dan Blakemore expected to die. Every day that passed with him still living meant another twenty-four hours of stolen time. The rest of the world was content to wait for the final disaster, fighting only each other, over table scraps, but Blakemore tried to organize the Earth's resources towards a living tomorrow.
His cause seemed hopeless ... until he met two men who were supposed to be dead! They had come back from tomorrow - come back through time - to save Blakemore for the future of the world.
For he was The Survivor, the only man who could save tomorrow!