As Joanna was running for the front door, still hoarded with people, all of whom were covered in blood, she stopped herself. All of those people have no doubt been attacked and bitten by one of those things, the virus spreads through contact with the blood and there was no way in hell, Joanna was going to run through them. Joanna noticed a large black man, covered in blood, stalking towards her, a gun in hand and a badge flashing, before he spoke up. "For a minute there I thought you were one of those things." She responded, with a relieved sigh. "Do you know if any of the other agents made it?" She asked him as she started to walk back towards an office, she looked back at him and sighed. "The virus spreads through contact with blood, much like HIV, and I'm not walking through a horde of people who may be infected and become one of those things at any moment, once we're outside seal the building, put it on lockdown." Joanna said it coldly, but it hurt her to say that, locking hundreds of people in a building to die was not something she was particularly proud of, but it would contain the threat for awhile.
Once in an office, Joanna quickly locked the door and barricaded it with the desk. Joanna turned to the giant and answered his earlier question, "I'm sure you're aware I'm a CIA scientist and I specialise in the field of Virology, I was sent her with 3 others to investigate the virus, 2 were sent to your men, they were to alert the CIA incase of an outbreak because Richard and myself would no doubt be dead or infected, yet here I am. Either way, this information needs to get to the CIA and the CDC so research for a cure can begin. So get me somewhere with working internet, or even a carrier pigeon." She told him, revealing the USB stick.
She approached the window and looked outside, there was a good number of people outside, all covered in blood except for some of the police men responding to the incident. She pushed the window as far open as she could, she would get out with little effort but the big man, there might be a bit of effort. Remembering her previous statement, she turned round to the policeman behind her. "Do you have any open wounds, like scratches, cuts, torn skin? Or did any of that blood get in your mouth?"