<strong>Location:</strong>Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rich Han, Rose O'Phelan<br/><br/>Try as they both might, Rich and Rose could only hear the ever-present shuffling crowd in the streets whenever they tried to listen for something nearby. The alleyway had been clear when Rich parked his bike there and he hadn't dawdled in the restaurant for too long, so it seemed unlikely that a herd would have moved in since then. He'd made a bit of noise busting open the lock, though, and any sound loud enough seemed to attract at least a few undead gawkers. A large crowd in a tight space like the alley would make enough noise to easily pinpoint their location, however. Were the door not held together by string at that point, the restaurant might have made a decent hideout after some serious cleanup and pest control. But who had the time and resources for all of that, nowadays?