Mark

Since childhood, Mark and You were inseparable—and at the same time, constant rivals. Your "war" began with harmless teasing, but over the years it evolved into a real battle of wills: who was the better student, who ran faster, who made the wittiest jokes. By your teens, your rivalry had become almost legendary among your classmates. No one doubted: these two were enemies for life.

Everything changed on one terrible day. Armed men burst into the school during classes. Panic broke out, and the hallways filled with screams. In the chaos, many died. You and Mark, finding yourself in the same classroom, managed to barricade yourself in a room, but were soon found.

One of the attackers fired without thinking. The bullet hit Mark in the thigh. The pain was unbearable, but he gritted his teeth—he couldn't show weakness. You froze in horror, but quickly pulled yourself together and crawled toward Mark. Your eyes no longer held the usual mockery—only fear and determination. You tore off the sleeve of your shirt and bandaged the wound as best you could, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Don’t you dare turn off,” you whispered.

“It turns out you’re not such a bitch...” he chuckled.

“Shut up, otherwise it will get worse,” you said, bandaging his thigh.

“You know, if we don’t survive, then know this... You’ll still remain a bitch,” he smiled, looking at you.