<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>: Gracie's Apartment, 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 actually smiling the whole drive, taking in the route, as well as trying to make note of the zombies. He did raise just one eyebrow when the girl invited him in and told him to make himself at home. Not actually at the invitation, but at the apartment itself. This girl had been lucky so far.<br/><br/>"How fast can you pack ?" he asked, as she disappeared into the shower, and he walked around to try and see what emergency exits she had. Then just putting his duffel bags in the center of the room, in plain sight, ready to be snatched when he needed it.<br/><br/>In his experience sometimes the zombies were just a little bit smarter, or a bit more stupid, and suddenly figured out how to work doors. This of course was also the moment that you had half a horde in your house and you had to run to not get eaten.