<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.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie, Toffee<br/><br/>Letting her go in first had two sensible ideas. First she was the one with the gun. And he had seen that movie. Second, it gave him a good chance to take a look from behind and he grinned at what he saw. And the second sensible idea was that zombies had a one track mind, and it was easier to tackle one not focused on taking a bite out of him.<br/><br/>The dog was almost a bit too affectionate, but then James realized why and dug in his pocket, taking out the half burger he had in his pocket, now smushed, but still good enough to eat. "Do you mind if I bribe your companion ?" he asked, holding his hand out, closed to the dog, not letting him get to the goodness in his hand, but waiting for Gracie to say it was alright, "I've always been too busy for dogs before. And now, well, you're lucky this one seems to be sweet in nature."<br/><br/>He glanced around the store, even as he had the conversation with Gracie. Computers and supplies. That made the store itself a bust, but perhaps they were lucky. Maybe the store had some of it's 'additional insurance' left underneath the counter.