<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/><em>Did this guy just say that his life was better after everything went to shit?</em>Gracie thought, narrowing her gaze at James. She couldn't quite imagine what kind of life he must have led, but it wasn't her place to make any judgements. She wasn't exactly surprised at the suggestion for her to go through the door first either. "Alright, fine. C'mon boy," she said, beckoning for Toffee to follow her. The blonde shifted her bow back to her left hand and pulled out her gun, in case there was something waiting for her on the other side. Unlike the bow, the gun felt strange in her hand, and Gracie wasn't confident that she could actually hit anything with it.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Gracie didn't have to find out as she stepped through the door and into an empty shop, her relief at not finding any danger around the corner tempered by the fact that she found herself surrounded by useless electronics. "Damnit.." The girl cursed, shaking her head in disappointment. She turned back to look at James, only to find Toffee sniffing away at his feet. "Toffee!" She frowned. "Come here." Gracie said, calling the dog to her as she shook her head once more.<br/><br/>Tucking the gun away behind herself once more, Gracie set her bow down on a a few dusty laptops on display. "So - " The girl began, startled for a moment by the thud of a zombie walking into the door. "You have any bright ideas?" She asked, rubbing her face in frustration, unable to hide her disappointment at not finding any food, and stuck in a store with a stranger, surrounded by a horde of the undead.