June 1 (Day 10), 9:05 p.m. - Mall, Downtown New Angeles<br/><br/>Willie lowered his weapon, the point aimed toward the ground now that he didn't feel the need to hold his hands up like he was surrendering to the cops of something.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm Willie. Willie Tooms. And I'm just... just a farmer. And a hunter and such, I'm twenty-four years old and a sagittarius," he said, smiling, relaxing visibly now that he was amongst other living people. He was about six feet tall, messy blond hair, blue eyes, athletically built, and dressed in military-grade camo uniform. He didn't have a helmet or hat, though, but he did have a pair of plain goggles looped around his neck.<br/><br/>"With all due respect, ma'am," he said, turning to Caitlin for a moment, "I am sorry to hear about your significant other, but... we can't 'leave' town. The entire Army is out there with a massive perimeter. From what I could tell, they are shooting first and asking questions later. Tanks, close air support, the whole nine yards. My farm was on the outskirts of town - that's why I headed toward town myself. There wasn't any other direction to go," he said.<br/><br/>He glanced toward the hunting shop, then back to those gathered. "I had hoped to gather some food and ammunition here, maybe find others - and at least I got part of that right," he said, giving a warm smile to the group. Blushing a little, he stepped back, leaning against a nearby wall and let his eyes look over the others.