<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Alley, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>It had taken some doing, but Gracie eventually succeeded in taking her target down. For some reason, James' antics in his attempt to distract the zombie also worked on the girl, and she proceeded to miss her first two shots before burying the third into its side. When the arrow did not seem to have any effect, Gracie felt the urge to panic as her target suddenly turned his gaze towards her and started shambling in her direction, but it was an urge that she forced herself to fight down, taking a deep breath to compose herself as she nocked another arrow, this time taking the zombie down with a well placed shot to the head.<br/><br/>Moving forward as the zombie collapsed, Gracie quickly pulled out the two arrows stuck in him, putting them away as she turned to James. "Come on the car, now!" She said, the urgency clear in her voice as she glanced over her shoulder at the larger zombie behind. Gracie did not want to take her chances with the thing, and was eager to get away from the place. They could always find food somewhere else, she reasoned, but whether or not they'd succeed in fighting off the bigger zombie was up in the air entirely. The choice was clear, at least to Gracie.