The captain was never one to care for others, simply doing what he needed to do which was right, until an unfortunate night lead to a bite to the shoulder. Yosef could have went out in a blaze of glory, but he decided to do one last good deed for his team. He locked himself tight in that saferoom, barricaded it up tight and with a few rations, he waited. Hours became days, and days became weeks; he never turned. Perhaps he was lucky, maybe it was just a graze. When survivors looked for survivor