<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>James Greene<br/><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie, Toffee<br/><br/>"Even so, the offer was still enticing." James said, smiling a little at her and her reaction. He did for a moment look at her, wondering if it was just rejection, or perhaps just shock at the blatant comment, but left it aside once she reminded him of the deal and his part in it.<br/><br/>James nodded and moved quickly almost like a predator, but once close enough to the zombie, he made just enough noise to draw it's attention, hopefully the girl was a good shot. If not, he just had to run a little faster.<br/><br/>"Get it." he shouted in a hushed tone, once he had it's attention and the disgusting thing turned into his direction.