>>6032216>>6031154>>6031149>>6030941>>6030899>>6030856>>6030843You snap four photos in quick succession - first of the crowd as they gather discontentedly outside of a building. If you can ID any of these people, it provides validity to the evidence. Then, you quickly zoom in and capture the soldiers erasing the cry for help - a sure indictment against them being there for the benefit of the townsfolk. Following that, you're close enough to capture the dozens of shuffling undead outside of the shopping complex, mindlessly taking step after step without any higher function left. Having this image proves that this disaster is directly tied to the zombies, and that the footage isn't reused from previous outbreaks or manipulated to seem modern - people will be able to identify those among the dead. The last photo is of the western entrance and the sorry state it has been left in.
The plane zips past, and you get an overhead view of the shopping area - so many little specks shambling in the main park. As he turns for a second pass to let you parachute down, a black helicopter takes off from a nearby rooftop, no doubt about to pursue and interrogate the pilot if he can't lose their trail. You brace yourself, taking a deep breath as the plane approaches the rooftop of the backstage section. It occurs to you all too suddenly that a parachute is going to catch attention. Shit. Shit! With only twenty seconds before you're ready to go, you...
>...grab the parachute and, fastening it around your back, leap into the copilot seat and slam the eject button, just as planned. Conspicuous but safe.>...shout for the pilot to "GO LOW!" and leap out of the cabin door. You've fallen a great height from an aircraft before and been mostly fine. Mostly. The military probably won't notice your arrival. 