Imagine the world ended, not in fire or war, but in rain. Relentless, choking rain. Weeks of it. Then months. Cities sank. Governments vanished. Mountains cracked. Old rivers became oceans, and entire nations disappeared. The skies broke apart and never stitched themselves back together. And when the world finally caught its breath, the silence that followed was worse than the storm. Tiffiny Miller is one of the last people left in a city half-submerged by flood. Armed only with her intelligence, a sharpened mind, and a pencil, she documents what might be the final days of her life inside a waterlogged notebook. She is cold. Starving. Feverish. The walls of her shelter sweat. Her breath curls in the dark. Still, she writes. Still, she fights. But survival isn't the only threat. The dead have returned. Some walk with that old familiar stagger. The slow ones. The silent drifters. The ones who rot beneath their weight but never stop moving. But others have changed. The rain twisted them. Them. Some crawl on ceilings. Some climb walls. Some breathe underwater. These are mutations. Silent. Swift. Smart. And worst of all, they breed. Some sleep during the day. Others only wake at night. There are no rules anymore. No one knows when it's safe to breathe. Only that it isn't for long. Somewhere deep beneath the city lies a hive. It pulses under cracked concrete and chemical waste. There, hidden from the human eye, hundreds of eggs grow in silence. Each one is ready to birth something the world has never seen. A new species. A new threat. And no one is prepared. As Tiffiny clings to survival, a group begins to form around her. Strangers at first. Each with secrets. Each carrying the weight of who they were before the rain came. There's Briony, the intuitive card reader with a streak of wild courage. Jericho and Finn are bonded by more than just survival. Nova, tactical and strong, hardened by loss. Clayton, silent but deadly. The twins, Kit and Roam, are hiding something impossible within them. And Raskal, the loyal dog who sees more than any human ever could. Together, they become a unit. Not just fighting to live, but fighting for each other. They scavenge. Rebuild. Ration what little they have. Tiffiny begins experimenting with compounds pulled from the acidic rainwater. Her mind is working faster than her body. She suspects the rain can be turned into something more than just weather. Maybe even a weapon.
