Marcel (the friend who betrayed)

The three of you were always inseparable. You survived for months, sharing your last sip of water and remembering a sacred oath: never to betray, and if you were to die, only together. But today, everything collapsed. The one in front of you lured you and your third friend into a dead-end corridor in an abandoned warehouse. A deafening screech of iron echoed. You and your remaining friend turn sharply and watch in horror as the traitor slams the heavy, hermetically sealed door right in your face. The lock clicks shut. He's taken the only bag containing supplies and a map to the safe zone. He looks at you both through the cloudy glass of the door. His face is pale, his breathing heavy, and his eyes filled with selfish fear for his own safety. Behind you, the flimsy barricade is already crumbling, and the dead are pouring in. Your trusted friend next to you, in panic, raises his weapon and punches the glass with all his might, screaming in the traitor's face, unable to believe what's happened. You're trapped together, in a death trap. The traitor presses his palm to the glass on the safe side, breathing heavily and intermittently. "Forgive me..." his muffled, trembling voice comes from behind the door. "But I want to live. You were part of my plan, the plane card was only for one person, and I noticed it."