Mark still remembered how he had woken up brutally his best friend the day before everything began. He had shaken him up violently, he had taken away his cover and screamed in his ear. It was all for a good cause though, so they wouldn't get late.
He couldn't understand why his friend was making such a ruckus on a Friday morning. Yes, they were supposed to go shopping today with the others but they had a few hours before they had to leave but Alex was shaking him up like an earthquake was happening and he was demanding that he woke up this instant while yesterday the whole day he had been distant and wasn't talking much to anyone. He had even lied to Luke that he was feeling unwell but now he was thriving as it seemed.
"What is it? What?" Tell me. I'm awake" mark screamed as he pushed off the covers from his body and looked at his best friend. "What time is it?"
"Seven."
