In San Francisco, residential areas were always the worst. Many of the first people taken by the outbreak were either trying to defend their homes from what they imagined to be sickly cannibals or got caught preparing to evacuate. Thankfully, the neighborhood Gracie steered into was less densely populated. Her opportunity for shelter appeared while she cruised down the street, swerving around lazy shamblers and looking for homes that seemed accessible. She spied a garage, left open and bereft of cars or human bodies. The crowd was starting to gather behind her vehicle by then, so the former student knew she had to act fast.<br/><br/>Hitting the gas in a desperate bid for safety, Gracie managed to clear the garage door, but not to stop before her car's left a notable dent in the garage's back wall. With no time to think about it, the young woman was able to hop out of the driver's side and hit the door control, watching the barrier descend slowly as the herd grew ever closer. When it hit the floor without a single walker passing through, she let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. The woman and her dog were safe, for now.