Helena stood on the street corner, staring in horror at the small flood of hungry ones that was pouring into the police station. Where had they all come from? More importantly, was it already too late for any possible survivors inside? She had to find a way to break up the mob, but she had no way of fighting off that many. There had to be some way to draw away the attention of at least part of the group, but the only way to do that would be with more food. That's when she spotted the human. He stood some distance away from the others, not dashing into the crowd, which told her immediately that he was still just a stage one or two. She wondered briefly what he was up to, and then noticed him hurl a bottle through the window, the remains of a rag dangling from the end...<br/><br/>"No!" she shouted. Lifting the radio to her mouth she kicked up the volume again, double-checking to ensure that she was on the channel she'd heard the general speaking on earlier.<br/><br/>"Hello?! Any survivors taking shelter in the police station, find a way out IMMEDIATELY! An explosive was just thrown inside! Get out, or take cover!" She shoved the radio back into the pocket of her lab-coat, dashing full speed at the infected human. "What are you doing?! You're going to get them killed, if these stage-threes haven't already!!"