Derrick merely smirked lightly at Ashleigh before popping the magazine out of his rifle and carefully reloading it, wanting to ensure that he wouldn't run out of ammunition. Overconfidence had led to many a man being torn apart by the infected. The feelings of a good portion of the group read on their faces, but Derrick couldn't find himself caring. Hell they could all utterly hate him, but until he was able to get Jasmine back? He was going to stick around, especially to Franka.<br/><br/>He listened to her speak quietly, looking out into the woods as he kept his rifle at his hip. So far? This was moving along far more cleanly than he had anticipated it would. The next step would be to get into a city, and Derrick found himself wondering something. If the woods were like this, what would be the state of the city? Considering populations and number of infected. Though this was shaken off as Derrick sat down quietly and waited.