<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>Fisherman's Wharf, 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/><em>"The stuff Europeans play ..."</em>he wondered as he looked at her, his eyes growing big and shaking his head, then laughing heartily, assuming it was a joke on her side. "Good one there Gracie." he said in between remnant snickers at that, "So, besides an awesome body and a good sense of humor, what does a girl like you do in a place like this ? I mean, I only came here because of the shamblers. I was on my way to see if there was anything edible left in one of the many restaurants here. Perhaps if things clear up, we can bundle our efforts. That is, if you want."<br/><br/>After all, she was the one with the gun. Right now, that worried him more than the dog, especially considering how bad she seemed to be feeling about things. "And don't worry too much. The shamblers are persistent, but also very stupid and the big guy behind the building will soon have wandered on. Maybe not too far, but that leaves the street he came from free for us to escape from. And there's plenty of time till sunset."