When Johannes woke up, his first thought about his crippling headache was that he'd had too much to drink and picked up a loose woman. When he looked around and saw that there was no one beside him, he still didn't feel better. Beside him was a dented las rifle, a bag full of ammunition and survival supplies, and a scratched up camera. Johannes groaned as a high pitched trill sent daggers of pain through his skull. He looked around and saw Dirk, who was whistling as he carried a chunk of some kind of meat towards him. Dirk smiled when he saw that Johannes was awake, and he whistled even louder.
"For the love of the Emperor, man, quit that damn whistling! It's like the continents clashing together!"
Dirk stopped mid whistle and trudged over to Johannes, then placed the meat on the ground and proceeded to collect flammable materials from the bag. When he had collected what he needed, Dirk took the bayonet off the end of the las rifle, skewered the meat on it, and set it on a makeshift spit, slowly rotating it as it cooked.
"Well Mr. Volker, we're in some kind of mess now. Those Orks didn't really care about us. They just walked right by. Might have been though that you were out cold and I played dead."
Johannes winced as he saw light spearing through the tops of the trees surrounding them.
"How long was I out?"
Dirk chewed on his upper lip for a few seconds as he thought, and then he answered, "Well sir, as close as I can guess, about twelve hours. That bullet hit pretty hard. Tore the helmet right off of your head. Good thing John got it for you, eh?"
Dirk continued to talk for another five minutes, until Johannes felt like his head was about to explode. He stood up quietly, reached down and retrieved the las rifle, then slowly approached Dirk. Dirk looked up, puzzlement furrowing his brow.
"Uh, Mr. Volker, what are you doing?"
Johannes laughed grimly and replied, "I'm going to kill you, Dirk. I'm going to beat you to death with this rifle, and then I'm going to bury you. And after that, I'm going to eat that nice little meal you've prepared, and then I'm going to sleep off this headache!"
Dirk scrambled to his feet as Johannes rushed at him, wildly swinging the rifle around. Dirk broke down into a boxer's stance and said, "Don't do this Mr. Volker!"
Johannes ignored him and screamed maniacally, only to be knocked on his back by a powerful right hook. Johannes' vision swam as Dirk stood over him, and Johannes said, "Where'd you learn to hit like that?"
"Five years in the Guard will teach you a few things, Mr. Volker."
Johannes nodded and regretted the decision to attack an ex-guardsman, mere seconds before he passed out again.