Derrick had remained silent during the trek, he showed no signs of fatigue or weariness. The desire to be reunited with Jasmine pushed his endurance and stamina to unheard levels. During the relatively peaceful trek, he seemed to be in another place entirely. Wondering what she'd been doing for all of these years and how well she'd even be able to remember him. Would he be like some spectre in her past? Unseen, unheard? It was an ugly feeling, but it'd be dealt with when the time came.<br/><br/>Eventually they reached their destination and Derrick put his game face on. When Hackett started barking out orders as usual, he merely narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke sarcastically<strong>"Would you like fries with that order too, darlin'?"</strong>Before slinging his rifle over his shoulder, and heading west of the building. This needed to be done silently. With the silence of a large cat, Derrick reached his position and scoped it out. Not discovering any of the infected, and making sure he checked out the perimeter once more before he spoke gently into his communicator.<strong>"All clear on this end."</strong>Somehow in this relaxed state, his natural accent managed to slip out a little which he caught and quickly reverted to his more Americanized tone<strong>"Proceeding forward."</strong><br/><br/>Slowly advancing forward, Derrick breathed softly and moved lightly as he wasn't the type to let his guard down. Even if there weren't seemingly any roamers in the area, all they needed for was one to be roaming to bring down a herd on their heads. If that were to happen? Well, it was best not to think about that. The forest had been ugly enough. He told himself that he was just being paranoid, yet it was that inability to truly be at ease that would serve him well. Still, Derrick was growing weary of this assignment. It was bringing back too many bloody memories, and this was the sort of life he had long tried to escape. In a perfect world, hell any world but this shit hole? He wouldn't have to be slinging his gun around. Jasmine would be at school right now, and Derrick would be working. Teaching his students and going to pick her up. However this thought at this point in time was impossible. If they actually managed to pull this off? The world wouldn't magically go back to the way it was. Hell, it wouldn't begin to reach some semblance of order until after his death more than likely.