<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/>James was still smiling. "So, you think meeting another human being is a bad idea." he said to her, his smile never fading, mock indignation in his tone as he went about and picked out a large laptop bag, which in which he started to transfer some of the batteries and such, "Well thank you very much."<br/><br/>Then he winked at her. "I know waiting." he said to her, "But you have to know, that waiting means time to plan more survival. So, I was planning to hit a few restaurants, but come to think of it, that might just be the worst idea I ever had. Those would be among the first places to be hit by sensible looters. So, after this I think I'll head into that large apartment complex and see what people have stored there."