<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>James Green<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's wharf, Alleyway, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Toffee<br/><br/>James took a deep breath.<em>"Gameplan, James."</em>he thought quite calm, as his eyes searched for another way out of this situation, not finding any that he would dare to cross,<em>"Run number four. Don't stop for anything that moves. No shamblers, no dogs."</em>He took another deep breath and reached into his bag, moving his hand around as he searched for what might be the last foil wrapped two-pack of hamburgers in the whole world.<em>"Lucky dogs."</em>he grinned at himself as he took one out the package and left the other inside, putting it back into his pack, hoping it would not shuffle around too much, and then in an afterthought broke the burger in two, putting half into his mouth and started chewing. They were still as disgusting as he remembered. Even a less picky appetite as a result of zombie apocalypse was not enough to change that. But then it was gone, and he took his third deep breath.<br/><br/><em>"Run number four. Don't stop for anything that moves."</em>he thought to himself as he started to run down the alley, away from the immediate threat of zombies, past a car that was clumsily parked there, past one zombie with an arrow stuck from it's head, and another, and a third.<em>"Dog! Shit!"</em>he realized when he saw the animal, eyes on it, careful, missing the girl near the door. "There, there." he said to the animal as soft as possible, but did not stop moving.