<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone<br/><br/>Billy got out of the truck, slinging the bow and quiver over his shoulders.<strong>"Well then, Jack, lead the way inside."</strong>He said, taking a mental head count to make sure they were all there. He was also keeping an eye out for the mysterious car that was following them around. After all, whoever was watching them back there surely must have followed them here. That's what he would do. What Billy didn't know, was whether this was a person looking to take their supplies, spy on them, or just looking to join their little group. Still, they couldn't leave anything to chance, not when survival was at stake.<br/><br/><strong>"We need to move our supplies inside. All or most of them if possible."</strong>Billy announced to any who would listen. There had to be some kind of order if they were to get things back on track.<strong>"Everyone carry something. That will make it faster and easier."</strong><br/><br/>Moving towards Michael, Billy put his hand on his shoulder,<strong>"Anything else we need? And, is that person following us?"</strong>