<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Back Alley, Fisherman's Wharf<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Day 2, Early Morning<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>At first, Rich didn't feel any especially sharp pangs of emotion when the door sent a bottle rolling noisily over the pavement.  As the zombie reeled around, he experienced a flash of anger at whichever idiot vagrant had left a bottle in such an inconvenient position, a vague sense of annoyance that his perfect getaway was ruined, and, most peculiarly, a brief sense of embarrassment before Rose.  This last, confusing emotion was suddenly accentuated when she handed him her ridiculous weapon, some pretentious candelabra, and said,<em>"Try again."</em><br/><br/>The sudden humiliation surprised him, and he grabbed the candelabra a bit more roughly than was strictly necessary and threw it down the alley without delay.  The zombie spun like a top, its rotting eyes somehow missing him in the doorway, and careened back down the alley past his bike.<br/><br/>Rich paused, waiting for the zombie to reach a safe distance, and squelched the sudden anger he felt toward Rose; this was no place to get into a fight.  "Alright, let's go," he said, stepping out into the alley.  His feet moved quickly and surely despite the foodstuffs in his backpack, avoiding the refuse and trash that had accumulated since the Fall.  When he reached his bike, he carefully removed the tarp, eyes flickering between the zombie, Rose, and his work.  Normally he'd fold the tarp up and take it with him, but that'd take too long and cause too much noise here.  Better just to leave it and find another.<br/><br/>Tarp discarded, he quietly turned the bike around by the handlebars.  It was a simple hybrid, black and grey with a sturdy frame and knobby tires that could chew pavement as well as dirt.  Rich kept it well oiled and well maintained; as he walked it down the alley, the drivechain and gears barely whispered.  He felt a surge of confidence and power tinged with relief.  With his bike back, he could outrun any zombie and, with a slight head start, Rose herself if it came to that.<br/><br/>"I don't feel like squeezing past that zombie," Rich whispered to Rose.  "Looks like the street's clearing up a bit.  Wanna try for it?  You lead."