Praying for Rain (The Rain Trilogy, #1)

by B.B. Easton

I don’t do us. All us does is get you hurt or killed, so I throw an E on the end of that bitch, and I use.

“The way I see it, if I can survive the fucking apocalypse, then it makes everything I’ve been through mean something, you know? Like, instead of breaking me … they made me unbreakable.”

Supplies? Check. Shelter? Check. Self-defense? Check. Slightly psychotic teenager with a pill habit, daddy issues, and impulse control problems? I smirk at the hiccupping heap of girl in the fetal position across from me. Jackpot.

I’m attracted to the boy in him and scared of the man in him, and I’m pretty sure I’d take a bullet for both of them even though I don’t even know their last name.

I’ve finally found what I’ve been missing my whole life, and if I keep it, it will kill me. No wonder Rain was wearing a black hoodie when I met her. She’s the fifth fucking horseman of the apocalypse.