<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Rose O'Phelan<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.  Early afternoon.<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Steel blue tank top under oversized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid WP, backpack.<br/><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rich Han, open.<br/><br/>The Wharf used to be one of Rose's favourite places to visit, but that was<em>before</em>.  Everything was either<em>before</em>or<em>after</em>now, and no one needed to ask before or after<strong>what</strong>.   She was taking a risk going there, sometimes the area was overrun with zombies.  It had good potential though - lots of restaurants, hotels, and shops.  Already looted, sure.  Not everyone was looking for the same things, items were overlooked or dropped in the rush...  Or at least that's what she was hoping.<br/><br/>Taking a circuitous route, she approached the formerly way too posh for her budget restaurant.  Kind of conceited, naming a restaurant after yourself, but it did take care of figuring out what the heck to call it.  When the shambling herds had enough if a gap, Rose carefully picked her way through the debris in the main seating area.<br/><br/>There could still be some decent knives in the kitchen, and a small pot for boiling water would come in handy.  As she made her way to the back, the smell of decomp hit her.  She paused for a moment, considering the fact that she was relieved by the odor since it meant whoever the deceased was he or she were no longer a threat.  She shook her head, made the sign of the Cross, and said a brief prayer in her head for the soul of the victim.<br/><br/>Once more Rose began stepping around or over the debris.  Then she heard a noise from further in and froze.