The hairs on the back of Derrick's neck stood up. He wasn't quite sure, but in the distance? There seemed to be a slight disturbance. He wasn't one to ignore it, so he kept his rifle in hand. As for orders? He didn't play soldier, not anymore. Derrick walked where and how he saw fit. Though the feeling in the pit of his stomach was getting worst. So far the mission had gone too smoothly, he was aware that the infected's hearing was typically superior to that of normal people. With their limited brain functions they were focused less on day to day struggles, all that registered was violence and the potential to act out on it.<br/><br/>His voice came out softly, but deliberately<strong>"I shouldn't have to say it but.....If anyone winds up getting infected? Put them down immediately."</strong>Derrick usually would walk with the knife out, so he wouldn't make unneccesary noise. The infected though? Not exactly subtle. If they found the group, they'd be loud about it and that'd cause a domino effect. He'd seen armed groups decimated because of the oversight. Staying and fighting wasn't in the group's best interest.<br/><br/>Looking out into the forest for a second, he narrowed his eyes as he peered through the goggles.