Toffee's desperate whines with a few sharp barks intermingled were the last thing Gracie needed at that particular moment. Straggling zombies from both ends of the street turned towards her and began their gradual approach. Getting into the car and driving home would be easy enough if she did so right away, but that would mean leaving empty-handed and having to wrangle an already nervous dog back into the vehicle. Besides that, the alleyway she was gunning for didn't look too bad. Just three walkers, as opposed to the dozen that seemed to be pouring out of every other side street. If she could get where she was going and hole up for a bit, the crowd would likely disperse over time, giving the survivor a chance to get back to her car.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, James' day was getting a bit more complicated. Zombies are easy to run past, sure, but they tend to follow behind and block passages already taken. This meant the only way out of his current hiding spot was toward the noise that had the aggro train of undead behind him shuffling even more desperately down the alley. Rushing through the horde may have been possible at that moment, but it would require a lot of faith in both his armor and his abilities. Out in the street, there would be more room to run around and seek an opening in the gathering crowd. That, or find a weapon and fight his way through.