Story WarZ Literature - Part 5

The first thing I heard was the sound of water droplets falling from a tap. I tried to sit up, but found I couldn't. To the left of me was a glass of water, which I reached out to. A surge of pain overwhelmed by body. I dropped back into my seat and blinked my eyes over and over, trying to focus my vision. 'You've been out for 15 hours.' Came the voice of Ritzy by the door. He was leaning on the frame, with the Glock34 4Gen that the guy who we chased supposedly had. My throat was dry and I managed to say, 'Thirsty...' Whilst pointing weakly towards the glass of water. Ritzy walked forward and picked it up, before handing it to me. I took a sip and I suddenly felt much better, however I would need more than a glass to make my throat better. 'What happened?' I asked. Ritzy put the Glock34 4 Gen and brought up a seat. 'Well,' he began, 'When you blacked out the idiot who was hiding inside the building jumped out the window and tried to escape. I just picked up your SPAS and blasted him in the legs, picked him up by the shoulders, took away his Glock and broke his neck.' I grimaced.
'Bit brutal... Why couldn't we have just taken everything he had?' I said. 'I mean, he obviously wasn't a threat.'
Ritzy raised his eyebrows at me. 'His bandit friends were though.' We sat in silence for a bit, listening to the banging of what was most likely a infected on the door. I stared at Ritzy and realised he must've got next to know sleep. His eyes had massive bags underneath them, and he was constantly yawning, yet acted as if he was wide awake. 'Is there something your not telling me Ritzy?' I asked, 'I mean, you know you can trust me.' Ritzy looked at me for a minute, then sighed loudly, and reached into his pocket. He brought out what looked like a crumpled photo. 'I... I went to the Hospital to search for help and survivors last night while Roke kept an eye on you. I found dead bodies everywhere and a lot of scattered zombies roaming the place. I eventually found a room where one of the other doors had been blocked off. What I saw... I could never forgot. Some survivors must have been trapped, and had committed suicide. One of them had scraped something in the wall - There was no hope for us. Don't give up, keep trying.' It took me a moment to realise Ritzy was crying, which shocked me. Ritzy was a bold, strong guy, and I felt sick thinking of what he probably went through. 'Ritzy...' I said. 'Are you... Ok?'
He looked at me with some tears streaming down his face and sniffed. 'Yeah... Do you want to get something to eat?' He replied, trying to keep control of his emotions.
'Kay, where's Roke then?' I struggled to my feet, ignoring the pain it was causing me. I didn't want Ritzy to feel even worse. 'He's downstairs,' Ritzy answered, 'He's made some sausages and eggs for us.' I followed Ritzy down the staircase, not having the heart to tell him I didn't like eggs.
'Your better.' Said Roke as we came down. 'It's good to see your back in shape.' I took a seat at the table next to him. A few minutes later he came over with the sausages and eggs, as promised. 'So,' I began, 'What's the plan for today?' Ritzy and Roke stopped eating and both looked at me. 'We're staying here till you get better.' Said Ritzy.
It was exactly what I expected them to say. 'What about food?' I asked them.
'We have enough to last us for a while. If not, one of us will head off and get something, but not you.' I groaned.
I made my way over to the barred up window, peering out. I was taken aback. In the middle of the road, wearing military gear and armed with a combat knife, was a man. And he wasn't alone. The undead surrounded him. 'Guys! Get out there!' I yelled. Ritzy jumped to his feet and Roke took his axe off his back. Before Ritzy had even armed himself, Roke was outside running at a infected making its way towards the man. The zombie whipped around, only to have its arm sliced off. I glanced at Ritzy, who had somehow lost his MP5. 'Where is it...' he muttered, opening cupboards and even looking under the table. Eventually, he found it lying against the boiler.
He rushed outside, pulling the trigger. A number of zombies jerked around, before collapsing to the ground.
As the last of the zombies were killed, I noticed that the person in the road was limping. Ritzy raised his gun at him. 'Don't shoot! I'm from the military!' came the shout. Ritzy lowered his gun. 'Why are you here by yourself?' Roke questioned. The man set his gaze on him, stepping forwards. Roke lifted up his axe and he took a step back. 'I lost my troop. We were attacked my bandits, who forced us to split up. They began picking us off, there was nothing we could do. I barely escaped alive.'
Ritzy took a step forward. 'What's your name?'
'Rocktomb34.' Came the reply, followed swiftly by, 'Registered Officer of Squadron 7.' Roke turned around and mouthed the words, 'What do you think?' I looked at Rocktomb34, and nodded.

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It might be a bit low quality, I'm wrote this on a really long car journey.
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