<strong>Location/Time:</strong>Streets of San Francisco/Rich's Hideout<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rich Han<br/><br/>Rich was free to pedal through the streets without a care for a while. He didn't encounter any stragglers or groups that couldn't be easily dodged and the stopped cars in the road were easy to weave between. It wasn't long before the lone man reached his current haven. Rather than going for the places that would be immediately swarmed with desperate survivors, like a mall or a gun store, Rich decided to find an apartment complex near the university and settle into the first room he could find the key to. Its fleeing occupants were kind enough to leave him a fridge full of food, which had only recently run low enough to justify running out to scavenge from restaurants.<br/><br/>As usual, it seemed that nobody had disturbed his space or any of the adjacent homes since he'd left. There was a new bloodstain on the sidewalk by the street, but that could have been anything. Rich was pretty sure that nobody else lived in the complex, but the idea of attempting to raid some of the other rooms didn't seem like a very smart idea. Going in alone, he'd be in trouble if there was a gnasher right by the door. Or worse yet, a stir-crazy survivor with a gun.<br/><br/>(Rich's apartment complex is very close to Gracie's. It has: Electricity, hot and cold running water, air conditioning, human food for seven days.)