The sound of another voice asking her identification filled Helena with hope, as well as something else. As she continued running along the empty street, her mind started to drift, fantasizing about how that voice would sound coming from her stuffed stomach rather than a radio speaker. Although she didn't know for sure where any survivors were located, the layout of the streets and skyscrapers meant that they were somewhere relatively close. Of course, she wanted to save everyone she could from the mindless hordes, but that same protection didn't necessarily apply to her...<br/><br/>"T-this is Dr. Sael from the Hadesworth Institute," she called into the radio, "whoever was present at that explosion needs to seek cover immediately! A horde of stage-three hungry ones are on the move!"<br/><br/>Helena winced again; the hunger was making it difficult to think straight. She needed some way to repel the stage three zombies, knowing that she'd be no match in a race for food against that kind of unrelenting strength. The sound of Rezilin's call over the radio brought her back into reality. So, there were two present at the explosion site...<br/><br/>"Mister........mister Rezilin! You can't outrun stage-threes! I-if you don't have a v-v-vehicle, find somewhere to hide." Helena's instincts were screaming to be fed now...she could barely even speak coherently. "F-find a way to mask your scent...they...they won't search if they don't think there's any f...any food nearby..."<br/><br/>The plan was simple enough. Help the survivors, and just maybe they would be willing to "help" her in return...<br/><br/>((2))