<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, Store backroom, 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/>The stupid shamblers were unrelenting once they gotten wind of you and he definitely needed some extra barricading to make sure this door was closed very good, in case the big one had noticed them. It was only then that he took his time to take a breather and glance around, even though still picking up something extra to keep his hands busy.<br/><br/>"Well, Gracie." he said as he looked over at her, checking her out, top to bottom, smiling with a bit of approval. He just couldn't help himself and the last survivors he encountered left the city to chance it in the wilds weeks ago. He did keep his hands busy though, as he had learned quickly that people were less inclined to hit you for checking them out. Or shoot you, he quietly hoped when he noticed the gun.<br/><br/>"No need to shoot me, Gracie." he said to her, as he rose up and avoided looking at her, and into the storeroom, "Did you check this place for shamblers .. zombies already. I'm James Green." His voice carried the tone of someone expecting to have that name recognized, even though he had no success with that, even when he played still.