Derrick went off to his private bunk, he'd gotten a layout of the area earlier in the day. Grunting softly as he sat on the bed, a quiet "Fuck..." was uttered under his breath. Derrick lifted up his shirt and rubbed his fingers over the bandages. His mind slipped to how the bandages were needed.<br/><br/>It was a couple of weeks ago, when he was in a hot zone. Derrick had been looking for leads, when he got into an altercation with infected. Things were definitely under the control, an unforseen variable reared its head though. Survivors getting involved in the proceedings, not only survivors. Neo-nazi survivors, Derrick took a .22 through his abdomen that day. The wound still caused him discomfort from time to time although it was attended to. The men responsible? They were no longer among the living, Derrick had saw to that.<br/><br/>Opening up his wallet as he lay back on his bed, Derrick pulled out his most precious personal belonging. A picture of himself with a rare genuine smile, a beautiful woman whom he currently loathed as well as the one good thing the two of them had ever done together. "God...you're the most perfect thing on the planet." He whispered softly as a single tear found its way into the corner of his eye.