Another groan from the stomach and some slight blurring of vision; Helena knew that she ran the risk of losing all coherent thought if she didn't get something or someone in her belly soon. All of that research...all of her hope for a cure...it felt like everything she'd worked on for the past month was in jeopardy. True to form, though, it seemed that fate had no intention of making this search for breakfast an easy one.<br/><br/>"Dammit..." she muttered, glancing behind her back to see her newly-formed entourage. A change of strategy couldn't be helped now; stage 3s were brutal and relentless in their search for food, and Helena knew that she had no chance of satisfying her needs while they were around. Worse yet, the sudden sound of gunfire told her that whatever survivors there were feeling aggressive, and it told every other hungry one in the area exactly where they could find a living treat. Any kind of direct approach at this point was just asking for a bullet between the eyes.<br/><br/>"So much for stealth," Helena grumbled to nobody in particular over the radio. On the bright side, all of the gunfire caught the attention of the group of stage-threes following her, and as expected they diverted from following her to making a beeline towards the conflict. As for whether or not the level two would try his luck similarly...<br/><br/>Helena started to slow her pace, hoping to see how the stage two would react. If she didn't have a good opportunity to get food, at least this provided a good opportunity to study the infected's behavior patterns.