An unexpected arrival.

You're startled when you hear the rapid approach of a steady, mechanical thrumming noise. Turning towards the direction of the sound, you heart leaps when you see a helicopter approaching the roof. It's a civilian model, painted white. You figure it's probably a news chopper.

Thrilled at the prospect of rescue, you rush in the direction of the helicopter, waving your arms wildly in an attempt to get their attention. It occurs to you that there doesn't seem to be any sufficiently large clearing on the roof for a helicopter to touch down, as much of the space is taken up by ventilation ducting and machinery. However, you figure they might be able to throw a ladder down to you or something.

The helicopter seems to ignore you, banking sideways and hovering over the edge of the roof. The chopper lowers itself as low as it can safely go, and the side door slides open and a woman jumps out and lands feet first on the roof.

To your dismay, the helicopter proceeds to take off, as you futilely run towards it waving your arms and yelling, "Hey, wait a minute!"

When it becomes clear the helicopter is flying away, you give up and turn to look at the new arrival. She's cute, athletic, mid-twenties, with shoulder length auburn hair that's blowing in the wind. She's wearing a black leather jacket over what looks like biker protective gear; a yellow sleeveless leather vest and yellow leather leg chaps. She doesn't seem to be wearing an undershirt underneath her armor, giving you a nice view of her tight, toned mid-riff. Most noticeably, she's wearing a pair of reflective sunglasses that, combined with the leather jacket, make her look a bit douchey, and is also carrying a compact video camera that she's pointing straight at you.

"Hey, you need to get that helicopter back here right now! We need to get out of here!" you yell at the new arrival. The woman with the video camera just keeps filming you.

"Hey, who the Hell are you anyway?" you ask, exasperated.

Lowering the camera, which hangs by a strap around her shoulder, the woman offers you a handshake. "June North, Channel 4 News, video journalist. I picked up some chatter about an outbreak over here at the mall on the police radio frequency, and came by to get some footage. Some pretty wild stuff, it sounds like. This looks like it's going to be the story of the century!"

You wave your arm around in exasperation. "Look around you, lady. The whole city's a goddamn outbreak. We need to get the Hell out of town!"

The girl smirks, not seeming to appreciate the full gravity of the situation. "The police and military are already mobilizing downtown and shutting down civilian transportation. Center of the city's a no-go, so I came down here because it's far enough outside the current quarantine so I can get some footage and get out before Uncle Sam shuts the place down. Don't worry, the chopper will be back in an hour to pick me up. You can lay low here on the roof, we should have room for another passenger."

"An hour? We can't wait that long! Hey, wait, where are you going?" you call out in alarm as the lady with the camera turns her attention away from you.

June walks over to one of the ventilation ducts and opens a maintenance panel on the side, looking ready to crawl in. "Why, off to get some footage, of course. Why do you think I'm here?"

"Are you nuts, lady? The whole mall is crawling with those things!" you yell out in disbelief.

"Relax, pal. I can be pretty sneaky if I need to be, not to toot my own horn. I've been in conflict zones, ya know," the lady says with a self-assured smirk, before disappearing into the vent.

You can only stare in disbelief. An entire hour until the helicopter gets back. You can't wait on the roof that long; you're pretty sure Megan and her new playmates will be up here looking for you soon. Maybe you should stick together with this reporter lady, as crazy as she seems? Alternatively, it's not too late to try and find a way to get back to the parking garage and your car.