<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/27zasyu.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gracie's apartment building, Before noon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Self<br/><br/><br/>"Stop looking at my food like that." Gracie said to the yellow labrador retriever at the foot of her couch as he stared up at her, ignoring the half-eaten bowl of dog food in front of him. "It's not even good for you. You get premium dog chow and I'm stuck with cocktail sausages and beans," the blonde sighed, nudging at the dog with her toe in an attempt to turn his attention back to his food. She had been doing a lot of that lately, talking to the dog,<em>her </em>dog now, as she'd come to see him. Her only friend left in these troubled times. Toffee, as she'd named him only responded by laying himself across her feet and letting out a whine or two. Gracie let out another sigh. Toffee could get away with murder, and he knew it. She took a few more bite out of her food and set the bowl in front of the dog, a small smile playing across her lips as she watched him attack the contents ravenously. Shaking her head, the blonde picked herself up off the couch, her eyes wandering to the kitchen counter, where all the food she had left stood. Gracie knew that the supplies wouldn't last forever, and that she'd have to make a move soon. She resolved to stay put for the night, before seeking out another place to hole up the next day.<br/><br/>The next morning, Gracie found herself being nudged awake by Toffee, an occurrence that she had recently become accustomed to. "Today's the day," Gracie yawned as she pulled herself to her feet, patting Toffee on the head along the way. She packed up whatever she could carry, food, water, and a few other things she deemed essential, before leaving her apartment behind, not knowing if it was the last time she'd ever see it. As she walked down the hallway with her gear in tow, she passed the apartment where she'd heard a couple of shots some time before. Gracie knew what the shots had meant, and that the occupants of the apartment had probably taken their own lives. That meant that there was a gun in there somewhere. She had a bow, but a gun could prove to be useful as well, even if she didn't quite know how to use one. Heading back into her apartment, Gracie retrieved a hammer, one she had bought when she first moved in to use when she put together some IKEA furniture, and had never touched again till now. Hammer in hand, the blonde slipped the claw end into the little gap between the door and the frame, in an attempt to pry the lock open.<br/><br/>It took some degree of effort, but she eventually succeeded in breaking the lock with a pop. "You ready?" she whispered to the dog by her side, slowly pushing the door open with her breath held, not sure what she'd find inside.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 3to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 2,<br/>Total: 5</div></div>