<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/>Billy hid behind some of the bushes and started to hastily put his bow together. He didn't know they had a gun. Otherwise, the car would quickly become not worth fighting for. As he put an arrow to the bow, Billy looked between the bushes for a clear shot, and that's when he saw the gun.<em>"Fuck.."</em>He whispered. Originally, he had intended to shoot Denny's leg. Maybe scare the others so they would scatter. But if Denny intended to use that gun, Billy would have to kill him. It was self defense, after all. Not everyone would see it that way, though, since he was hiding in the bushes and his own life wasn't at risk at the moment. If Michael was wrong, Billy would go to jail for murder. There were too many variables for him to make a calculated decision.<br/><br/>When Jack went for cover, that's when Billy decided to act. He might waste an arrow, but he had to save the boy's life. Carefully aiming between the bushes, he only had one shot and had to make it count. He aimed at Denny's chest, waiting for the right moment to let the arrow loose. He could feel a tickle in his brow as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. If the boy made any attempt to shoot Jack, he would get it.