<strong>Location:</strong>Gary Danko Restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf/Outside of Gary Danko Restaurant<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rich Han, Rose O'Phelan<br/><br/>The back door into the alleyway behind the restaurant creaked slightly as Rich opened it. The sound was just enough to make someone trying to be quiet cringe nervously, but far from the level of noise required to draw a crowd. A look down the way revealed that his bicycle was still where he'd hidden it, albeit guarded by one straggling walker who likely followed him there and forgot what it was doing when he escaped its sight. It was just one, though, and the creature was guarding something rather valuable to the student. Any idiot with a frying pan could take on just one zombie, right? They had at least two and enough frying pans to arm a police precinct.<br/><br/>Rose didn't see much of interest as she watched Rich's back while he peeked outside. There was the occasional sound off an undead skull bouncing off of one of the windows as one of the horde outside would get try to walk on through like a bird of similar intelligence. She'd seen enough of the restaurant to know that there shouldn't be any threats inside, which provided some comfort between the mildly unnerving impacts. If one of them headbutted the glass hard enough to crawl through, the noise of it shattering and falling might be enough to attract more. With that in mind, the idea of using Gary Danko's as a fortress became somewhat less attractive.