Survivor { R5 fanfiction}

Chapter Thirthteen

ROCKY

I'm waiting, sat down next to Davis' office. Maddy has accompanied and reassured me a bit. However, she had to leave me because she was awaited somewhere else, she told me she will pick me up in 20 minutes.

There is a background music, which is really REALLY useless, it's going out from some speakers in the corners. And seriously it's getting on my nerves. The door eventually opens onto a man with a large stature, with a black t-shirt and a battledress trousers, I jump.

"Are you Mr Lynch?"

"Yes I am."

"Come in. "He tells me gesturing me to come. I stand up, and bring my hand to my stomach, wincing. I can walk now, but it still hurts sometimes.

"Are you gonna be all right?"

"Yes I think so, thanks."

I come into the office. It's big, the desk in the center of the room, in front of a wide bay window. There are some pictures of officers, and green plants, which seem fake. Then I see a man, who is turning his back at me, the arms crossed on his back. He's looking outside.

"General Davis, here Lynch is. "

Hearing my name, Davis turns around. He has short hair, and is staring at me with his electric blue eyes. His face is stern, and isn't letting show through any emotions. He is dressed like a officier of the army and has numerous decorations hung up on his jacket.

"Mr Lynch, have a seat." He invites me to sit and comes closer to his desk. I comply, still looking at him in the eyes.

"Pleased to see that you are better. We didn't think that you could have survived."

"Why did you bring me here then?" I flinge, like a challenge. His nostrils quiver.

"Good observation. I think I will delight you soldier.Tell me Ricky..."

"Rocky. My name's Rocky. "

"Yes , that doesn't make much difference... Why were you in a street, alone, the night, skewered by a piece of wood?" I feel shivers on my wound.

"I was patroling. It turned out badly and I told Riker and Ross to keep going without me. "

"Riker and Ross?" He says raising an
eyebrow.

"They are my brother. Riker is the older one, Ross the younger. "

"Tell me since the beginning, when the Infection started."

"I... Okay... We were in family first. Then they showed up, about fifteen strong Infecteds. They killed my parents, and we ran away, my brothers and I. We lost Rydel and Ryland. Brother and sister. " I add seeing his questioning look.

"Go ahead. "

"We took shelter in a bunker, we trained ourselves and started doing patrols, to eliminate Infecteds. This day, we went into a apartment block to find a weak Infected, but we bumped into ten strong ones instead. We tried to escape, when I went downstairs, the stairs broke. I found myself with a piece of wood in the stomach. My brother tried to hold me, but I ordered them to leave without me, so they would be safe. I passed out and woke up here. The end."

Davis takes his elbows out of his desk and folds his hands across his chest.

"So, you're a Survivor."

"A Survivor?"

"It's how we call the people who lived in the outside world in the last 5 months, and who managed to survive. You're one of them."