<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Alley, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>Gracie wrinkled her nose a little at James' words, though she held her tongue as he opened the door.<em>Drop the big one he said. I wish it were that easy</em>, the girl thought, peeking her head outside the door with her bow at the ready. Seeing that the alley was mostly empty, Gracie allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing her grip on the string of her bow as she lowered the weapon. "It's clear.. mostly anyway," she whispered, not wanting to attract any unnecessary action as Toffee padded out to join her in the alley.<br/><br/>Taking several glances at both ends of the alley, Gracie could see her car at one end, at the big walker at the other. it was pretty easy for her to figure out which option she preferred. Placing her boot on one of the zombies she felled for leverage, Gracie grimaced as she pulled her arrow out by the shaft. "Ugh, gross.." she groaned as the projectile slipped free, making a squishing noise along the way, before proceeding to do the same with the other two. having retrieved the arrows, Gracie turned to face James.<br/><br/>"My car's right there.." she said, thumbing over her shoulder. "We could get out of here right now.."<br/>