“So, who’s going to die today?” I say out loud. It is early in the morning, the sun is out, the birds chirping, and they are roaming the ground. The roof building that I’m on is one of the few that hasn’t been invaded yet and I like to keep it that way.
“It’s way too early for you to be talking babe, go back to sleep.” My boyfriend half yells, half whispers to me. He’s inside our tent, getting...
