<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Jack’s apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone, Chrissa, Madelyn<br/><br/>Michael’s words caught his attention once again, and he knew the blonde was right. They didn’t trust each other. Well, not many of them. Billy trusted Jack, at least, because he stuck up for him even as someone threatened to use a gun on him. That sort of action mattered more than mere words.<br/><br/>It would be nice to have someone else that knew how to handle guns, so Tom was welcome to come as far as Billy was concerned. Billy wasn’t sure how well a meeting with other people would go. Those people might get violent or defensive once they saw the group arriving with guns and bow. But he would at least try to go there with an open mind. He would try to help others if he could, but he understood that you can’t save everyone.<br/><br/>His concentration was broken by Elena’s laughter, making him turn to look at her curiously. Did he miss something? Half a day ago, he would have laughed with her, not believing a word Michael had said. But things had somehow gotten more serious by now. Billy had faced the reality of this new world, not something some of the others had just yet.<br/><br/><strong>“Chrissa is right, I think we’ve talked enough. We need to go before it gets dark.”</strong>Billy said and moved around the counter to go get his bow. As Chrissa left the room, Billy followed close behind. She had the right idea, after all. They had to get moving, fast.<strong>"Madelyn, if you're coming, let's go."</strong>