<strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie Evans, James Greene<br/><br/>As the two made small talk and Gracie recovered her ammunition with only a couple of the walking dead in sight, it almost seemed like a normal day from the times before. Just a chance encounter with a cute stranger while you're out picking up batteries. The peaceful atmosphere was dampened somewhat when the noise of their conversation drew some unwanted attention. The big guy was far enough away that they could easily pile into the car and leave before it came within striking distance. The two would have to get past the smaller one first, though, and it was already making its way closer at a rate that left several seconds to plan their next move.