Derick's heart stirred as he looked at the slight bulge in the woman's abdomen. Nodding silently, he untied the restraints on the woman's body. This request was something he could fulfill. He wasn't afraid of the woman suddenly turning into a zombie; even if it happened abruptly, he could ensure that no one would get hurt.
"Thank you. You're a good person," the woman said, sitting up and expressing her gratitude in a soft tone.
Derick shook his head. Was he a good person? Not really. He was more like a bad person. There were quite a few who had died at his hands, both human and zombie. He only did what he felt was right and what he wanted to do.
The woman seemed a bit weak as she walked toward the entrance of the research facility. Derick followed behind, step by step, until they exited the facility and returned to the surface.
