<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 (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie, Toffee<br/><br/>"Don't shoot unless you absolutely have to. You still have three arrows in zombies outside." he said to her seriously, "And I really wouldn't want my protector to end up needing protection." He paused for a moment and glanced at Toffee and then back to Gracie.<br/><br/>"Alright, here's the plan. We move out of the door, quickly and quietly, to the right, away from where you parked that car. If we encounter that big one in front of him, drop him. If he's behind us, just keep moving. Shamblers are stupid and slow." James said softly as he looked at her, "Then there's the street, where we will be out in the open. So, before going in there, let's just look out for each other. Then rush across the street and into that apartment complex. Okay ?"