Survivor { R5 fanfiction}

PROLOGUE

"Guys... Can you please be quiet?" I say through gritted teeth, as I hear Ross and Rocky haven't stopped arguing yet behind my back. I stop walking when I realise they're not listening to me.
"Guys!" I shout this time, turning toward them." What's the problem again?" They both look at me with wide eyes. I usually don't shout, only when I'm very pissed. So obviously, they know what they're doing is wrong.
"Ross's being a pain in the arse." Rocky casually answers after a few seconds. Ross gives him a look, before rolling his eyes.
"Come on Rocky, you know I'm right."
"Well no, sorry but guns are much better than knifes. You're just too stubborn to admit it." Ross starts laughing, but you can tell it's forced.
"I can't wait the day you won't have bullets anymore and you'll stand there not knowing what to do." I close my eye and pinch my nose when Rocky argues back.
"You two despair me." I comment, but it doesn't stop them. I decide to start moving forward, hoping they'll follow. That's what they do, without stopping yelling at each other of course.
I seriously don't get what's wrong with them. They've been acting like these a lot lately, which doesn't help. We need to stay united and strong. Not argue for stupid reasons just because we're bored or pissed . And the most important, we must be quiet, so they won't find us. Well, not as easily as they usually do at least.
We are walking toward the police station, when I hear Rocky scream behind me, followed by a muffled sound, like someone fell.
I immediadtly turn around, unhooking the gun hung on my belt and aiming at what could be the danger.
A hand coming from under one of the destroyed car has gripped Rocky, pulling him toward it. I try to aim the head of the threat to take it out, but Rocky is struggling to free his ankle, and also searching for his gun that will save his life. All of this last barely 10 seconds, but it's these 10 seconds that are decisive. You'll stay alive or you'll die.
I'm still debating with myself, wether I should shoot or wait. I don't want to hurt Rocky. But Ross is more reactive and faster than us. He quickly grabs his long knife once he realises what is happening, kneels down and shoves it deeply inside the Infected head. It grunt one last time, before its head collapses on the ground, and his grip on Rocky's ankle loosen. Ross puts his hand in the Infected skull, in order to take his precious knife out with a disgusting cracking sound. He then casually stand up, putting his knife back at his place and wipe his dirty and bloody hands on his pants.
I lower my weapon, and move forward them.
"You're welcome." Ross smirks at Rocky when I arrive. The latter glares at him.
"I didn't need your help."
"Suuuure."
I roll my eyes before handing my hand to Rocky, who gladly grabs it and gets back on his feet. I see how breathless he is. I kind of understand, he almost faced death. We face it everyday, but it's always this impressive when it's right here, in front of you, and it can end in a matter of second. All hopes and efforts gone in a matter of second.
For sure, he would have been killed if it wasn't for Ross reaction. He won't admit though, they kept on arguing about which weapon is the best, and Ross just proved his point about knife being better. It's probably why he is this pissed. Rocky glances as I do at the now dead Infected at our feet, before sighing.
"Next time, you'll be quieter guys. It probably wouldn't have shown up if it wasn't for you yelling like idiots." I glare at both of them. Let's hope they'll learn this lesson.
"But..." Rocky tries to protest.
"No Rocky, now you stop. We're here to go to the police station, remember? Not to argue non stop. We need to move now."
Hearing my serious tone, Rocky doesn't reply and pouts as he crosses his arms on his chest. Ross passes next to him, following my instructions, and smirks at him again. When he doesn't pay attention anymore, Rocky sticks his tongue out at him, before walking forward in his turn.
These two I swear.
I roll my eyes for what seems the thousand time of the day, and follow them, checking one last time our surrounding to see if we're alone or not pursued.
I'm Riker. Rocky and Ross are my little brothers. And in case you haven't got it, our neibourghs are, how can I put this... zombies. Or Infected, like we call them.
Welcome to our world. Oh, well, maybe Hell is a more appropriate word.