<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.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie, Toffee<br/><br/>"Football." he said to her, "Used to be pretty big before the zombie apocalypse. And you may not want to pass on the batteries. As soon as the grid fully dies, they're going to be worth a whole lot of food." His eyes looked at her and he realized she was getting a tad bit antsy, and he shook his head. "I'd stay for a bit longer. And not try to make too much noise. There was a whole horde in the street toward the tail end of your car, and there's still the big one, as well as those in front of the store. If you really want to get out, you need to relax just a little. Or is there someone waiting for your immediate return ?"<br/><br/>James was leaning at the counter, just keeping himself idly occupied by sorting the batteries into neat packages. The smaller rarer types of batteries he did immediately put into his duffel, the others he was still thinking about. "Just try to relax. The shamblers don't think too much either, and as long as it's Mr. Knocky over there bumping against the window, I don't think we're in any danger.  And if it's food you're worried about..."<br/><br/>He tapped his duffelbag and grinned. "All my worldy belongings. So far the shamblers have overrun my hiding place three times, after the second I learned my lessons. Be ready to move or go extinct." he said and smiled.