It's 2039 and in the rubble of old Chicago a small group of survivors struggles to find a home in a world run by vicious clans--remnants of early 21st century gangs. Earth has disposed of humanity like a dog shaking off fleas. Chicago looks like God dropped a broken city into the middle of a forest. In 2023 an environmental disaster and nuclear holocaust left Mother Earth with a sparse human population. Billions perished, but Earth is happy with the improvements. Life has returned to the technological level of the Middle Ages. Humans are predators or prey. Clans or Indies. Skyscrapers smolder, suburbs decay, dog packs run amok. Dozens of clans terrorize indies and battle each other for dominance. Technology consists of guns, ammo, and anything that can run on solar batteries. In 2039, 16-year-old Sarah has been alone for most of her life. Each day she survives makes her harder to kill. When she sees Mac, another loner, on the verge of becoming a dog pack's morning snack, she charges into the ravenous pack and saves him. Why? Because she saw him reading. They fall in love and begin a unique decades-long partnership that drives Blood of the Dogs, a post-apocalyptic thriller with more action than Mad Max on meth. Sarah and Mac move to what they think is a safe haven and build a new life. They find Duke, a golden lab and get discovered by Weasel, a master of survival and strategy. Then they encounter Stevie B., a feral child who uses a tree limb to battle Sarah and Mac for a deer carcass. Stevie's life story brings a whole new level of meaning to the concept of survival. Life slowly begins to take on meaning and order until they stumble upon The Babe, a giant of mythical proportions and ambitions, ruler of Satan's Messengers, the dominant clan. The Babe is a psychopath and sexual sadist with a plan to rule this slice of the world. And Sarah, Mac, Weasel, Stevie B. and Duke are about to get in his way...