<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/27zasyu.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gracie's apartment building, Before noon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Self<br/><br/>She had seen dead bodies before, and all manners of injuries in the course of her work, so she wasn't initially too fazed at the prospect of encountering a couple of corpses. What she wasn't prepared for however, was the smell, and the grisly scene that met her surprised gaze. At the hospital, everything was sterile, disinfectant masking any unpleasant odors that may have been in the air. No such luck here. The moment Gracie edged her way into the room the smell hit her like a truck, so badly that she almost turned and left immediately. And it had probably been many times worse for Toffee, who seemed caught between following the girl into the apartment and running away. "Stay." Gracie ordered, covering her mouth and nose with her shirt as she made her way into the apartment, trying her best not to look at the bodies before her.<br/><br/>A quick search of the place turned up little of use, and Gracie chose to only take the gun and bullets. She was already weighed down by the stuff she had with her, and resolved to keep only what was absolutely necessary. The blonde could not leave the vicinity quickly enough once she had gotten what she needed from the place, and sped down the stairs of the apartment building and out onto the street, Toffee in tow. Her car was parked right out front, an old red hatchback handed down to her from her brother. Dumping most of her stuff into the back seat, Gracie let Toffee into the passenger's side before climbing in herself.<br/><br/>"Oh, god." The girl groaned, rubbing her face with both hands as she found herself unable to get the images from earlier out of her head. It wasn't till a few moments later that she realized that Toffee had placed his head in her lap, and act which managed to draw a small smile from Gracie, despite her current emotional state. "Thanks," she sighed placing a hand on his head and scratching between the ears. A few moments later, the pair were off, driving down the now empty streets. Gracie figured that she'd head down towards the sea, where the tourist spots used to be. With the number of restaurants there, chances are that she'd be able to find some food, head back to the apartment and hole up once again. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all she had at the moment.