<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/>It wasn't so much he had noticed the gun, but he had encountered survivors before. And generally speaking all were initially distrustful. Even to a nice guy such as him. A girl with a bow, holding it in down, when encountering a strange man who could probably overwhelm her in moments, even with the dog present. Of course she had a gun. Else she wouldn't have been so calm.<br/><br/>"Ladies first" he said to her with a slight smile when he noticed the door leading out, and he moved closer, putting his hand against it, looking back at her. "I won't harm you. It's been weeks since last I saw a survivor. And I must say, I have been starting to talk with myself, and I don't really enjoy the conversations. All that guy can talk about is football and how crappy his life was before."<br/><br/>He then gave her a full smile and nodded. "So, are you ready ?" he asked, as carefully he used his hand to push open the door into the store itself, alert to both her and shamblers.