<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, Michael, Elizabeth, Madelyn, Chrissa, Tristyn<br/><br/>Billy looked behind him when he heard a truck coming over. The girl that got out, Chris, was a loner for what he knew, despite being very pretty. It seemed that Michael was attracting a merry band of misfits around him. Well, except for him, it seemed. They all seemed to really believe him, though, which wasn't that surprising. Billy, on the other hand, still thought this might be a controlled manifestation. Perhaps other cities, stater or countries weren't affected and they would send help for them soon. But in the event that Michael<em>was </em>right, Billy decided to stick around.<br/><br/>Chris had a gun, which obviously drew his attention, but she seemed intent on helping, not harassing them.<strong>"Yes, and I suspect the longer we stay here, the more attention we'll gather. But you're welcome to come with us. There aren't any rules to joining our little traveling band."</strong>He said to Tristyn with a welcoming smile. The boy was fit and they would certainly need some muscle on the group in this chaotic world they were stepping into.<br/><br/>Looking back at Elizabeth, who had been quiet all this time, Billy's expression was that of intrigue. The girl was very beautiful in an ethereal kind of way. Her words made little sense, but perhaps she was just shocked, which was understandable. Billy then smiled at her kindly, though offered no response to her analogy.<br/><strong><br/>“I suppose it makes sense now.”</strong>Billy hadn’t fully grasped the severity of how things would get, but after that stand-off with Denny and the others, he was more willing to go along with Michael’s plan. He got up and surveyed their little group, organizing the facts in his mind.<strong>“Well, Jack obviously has his own ride. Madelyn will be able to fit her bike in Chris’ truck, so they could ride together and take Tristyn. I think Michael and I can take a ride with Elizabeth.”</strong>He summarized, then looked around.<strong> “You said nine, Michael, but there’s only seven of us unless my math is off today.”</strong>