<strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James Greene, Gracie Evans<br/><br/>Upon opening the door, James and Gracie found nothing in front of it. A cautious peek outside would reveal very little movement outside. It seemed that the horde had moved on in the time the two had spent talking The three bodies that Gracie had dropped were still there, her arrows unattended and ripe for the plucking. Beyond them, part of her car could be seen in the middle of the street. A zombie of regular size seemed to be loitering around behind it, just standing around and staring into the space in front of itself. At the other end of the alley stood the musclebound cannibal from before, now surrounded by a small pile of battered and broken corpses. Almost as though the thing was displaying territorial behavior, even toward other shamblers.