<strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie Evans, James Greene<br/><br/>Something about Gracie's situation was really throwing off her aim just then. It could have been James' suggestive comments leaving her flustered, or perhaps the thought of that monster further down the alley making her nervous, but she was having more trouble nailing one target in the head now than she had with three earlier. After a few frustrating misses and one hit that taught the young woman an important lesson in undead anatomy, an arrow finally struck true, embedding itself deep into the shambling creature's forehead. It hit the ground rather unceremoniously and a little closer to the two than they might have liked.<br/><br/>James' jumping, taunting, and general distracting behavior seemed to have the desired effect all the while. Even when projectiles were sailing past it, the zombie's lifeless gaze seemed to be focused on him. Whether it was shuffling directly at him or his new partner in survival was more difficult to tell, based on the narrowness of the alleyway. On the plus side, that meant it would have been easier to block its path toward a carefully aiming Gracie. That became largely irrelevant, though, once she finally managed to line up a good shot and clear their path.