The Rain (Book 1 - The Unprotected)

The Rain (Book 1 - The Unprotected)

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**DISCONTINUED** Rain in the UK is common, an everyday thing. So, when it rains one afternoon, no one is shocked or surprised. But when that rain burns the skin off peoples bones and causes their flesh to dissolve, it's no longer looked at the same way. It's hard to run from the sky. It's always above you. It has the power to wipe out an entire world because it's not something that we can control. We cannot save ourselves from the rain, we are completely unprotected. Follow a group of teenagers as they travel through England, running from the rain above them. Relationships will be tested, love will be found and lives will be lost. Will you survive the rain? OFFICIALLY FINISHED AND EDITED! I will take very comment into consideration. Votes will be greatly appreciated and if there is something you don't like or understand, feel free to say. Thank you!
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