Days later . . .
Mirella
GB had been acting very strange these last few days, much more short-tempered than usual. He was stressed. I couldn't even breathe near him without him getting annoyed. I was in the room, sitting on the bed and scrolling through my phone when he came in, slamming the door.
"You're going to break it," I said, and he huffed.
"Give it a rest, Mirella."
"Why are you acting so strange, huh?"
"What?"
"You're stressed. What's going on?" I asked, standing up.
"Nothing."
"You don't even touch me anymore, Gabriel."
"You're seeing things that aren't there."
"I'm not. I know something's going on..." Suddenly, I started hearing gunshots, and GB's radio beeped.
"THEY'RE INVADING, DAMN IT," I heard VK's voice. I looked at GB, startled.
"What's happening?" I asked as
