Dear Apocalypse Books

Shoot anything you don't understand. That's been my motto, and it's kept me alive. So when I saw something drifting above the fog, I lined it up in my sights and took it out. Only realized after that it was a balloon. With a note attached. Rita. Who are you? Where are you? Hang tight. I'm coming.

This is the sequel to The Balloon Hunter. If you haven't read it yet, you should. If you have read it, try not to repeat the same mistakes... ...like I did.