Derrick was tearing through the woods like a bat out of hell, followed by hordes of infected. Reaching into a pouch, he pulled out an M67 pulled the pin out and casually slid it along the ground behind him before hopping over a small hill and hugging tightly against it. The explosion sent him forward some but he was unharmed. The blast had took out a large mass of the infected, sending limbs in every direction. Derrick immediately took off once more and holstered the shotgun. Instead going for his rifle and taking the time to chuck another M67 back over his shoulder before hugging a rather large tree.<br/><br/>This time he wasn't rocked forward, and Derrick took a breath before flipping out of cover and letting off rounds into whatever was left standing. Going solely for headshots in three shot bursts. All the while he was backing up but would turn his head over his shoulder every few seconds to keep aware of his surroundings. He was positive that eventually he'd come back across the group. If need be, their footsteps? Would look a lot differently from those of the infected.