<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Alley, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>"I wasn't offering<em>anything</em>," Gracie wrinkled her nose as she made a face at James. She had been so excited to finally be out of that store and the sight of her car had made her temporarily forget about her deal with the man to accompany him on his supply raid. "Fine, let's do it. A deal's a deal, just remember to help me bring everything back car once we're done."<em> If we even make it that far.</em>The girl thought, but she had little other choice but to follow along. She was desperately low on food herself, and this represented a good chance as any other to re-supply.<br/><br/>"Let's get a move on then," she told James, turning on her heels as she made her way towards the mouth of the alley, bow drawn and ready to drop the solitary zombie standing there.