<strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie Evans, James Greene<br/><br/>Upon opening the door, the two found themselves to be in what seemed to be a small electronic goods store. The walls were lined with cellphones, pads, and numerous accessories for both. The shelves were well-stocked, too, giving off the impression that the place had gone entirely unlooted.The front door, though largely made of thick glass, was closed and securely locked. All in all, it seemed that James, Gracie, and Toffee had a relatively safe haven from which to  the undead tourists of Fisherman's Wharf through postered shop windows. While valuable in the days before, many of the store's goods would serve little purpose just then.<br/><br/>Outside, shuffling herds crowded the street. Some well-fed, some starved, some accidentally stumbling off of the piers and into the ocean. Passenger ships could be seen either still docked or not very far out at sea, probably indicating a number of failed evacuation attempts. One of the closer zombies spied James through the window and began its approach, only to bump into the clear door of the shop. It stood there in confusion after that point, simply watching the people inside go about their business.