<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>: Outside Gracie's Apartment, morning<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie Evans, Daniel Bruce<br/><br/>James was almost laughing as he lured the zombies along with him, but he didn't lose sight of what was in the way he was luring them. When object shattered at a wall near him, he looked up at the direction it came from and when he saw who it was he pressed the fingers of his left hand to his lips then blew over them in the direction of Gracie with a very warm smile.<br/><br/>A smile that faded quickly for concentration though, as he ducked away and made his way along. Keep the zombies interested long enough for him to find a place with next to insurmountable obstacles for the zombies. A low fence, a shallow ditch and a quick slide over the hood of a long abandoned car, and the next leg of his trip was back to the apartment building in a much more casual saunter. With a very warm smile on his face and a spring to his step to the beat of some old song whose lyrics and probably even music he had mostly forgotten.