"Shit" Five tensed up while wrapping the bandage around the wound, he had been shot again.

He let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall, it all felt just like being back in the apocalypse; All alone, isolated for years and years.

His vision was starting to go dark but was startled like a nearby noise, unable to see who it is he immediately tried to reach for his knife.

He woke up a few hours later, laying on a makeshift bed and with a properly bandaged arm that was no longer bleeding