<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Jack<br/><br/>Finally, Billy was able to breathe once the baseball team left. This encounter had changed his whole perception of this epidemic. People were willing to kill each other, even him. He put the bow down and sat back against the wall, staring up at the sky. From now on, things had to be different, or else they would get pushed around by people like Denny and his friends. That was unacceptable. He didn't like having control taken away from him like that, and was determined not to let it happen again.<br/><br/>Once his heart stopped racing, Billy got off the floor, dusted himself off and went to get his bow case. Then he walked out to the parking lot to find Jack.<strong>"I had no idea they had firearms. Looks like we'll have to get ourselves some as well."</strong>He said, then motioned towards where Michael and the others were.<strong>"Come on, let's get the hell out of this place."</strong>Billy was going to follow Michael from now on. Whether he truly believed or not, didn't matter much right now. They had to survive.