<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>"N-no, I didn't mean that.." Gracie had stammered in response, looking flustered for a moment or two. "I Just heard stories.. you know? At least the zombies are predictable.. they're just gonna try and eat you. Other people though, they can be deceitful." The blonde shrugged her shoulders as she continued to stroke Toffee's neck, the soft, warm fur under her fingertips having a therapeutic effect on the girl. "Better safe than sorry, I guess." She said glumly.<br/><br/>The girl perked up a little at the mention of places where there might still be supplies, though she stopped short of offering to go along.  "Yeah? That's cool... all I want to do right now is get home and lock myself in." Gracie said earnestly. "This is the longest I've been out in a long time."