<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, Jack, Elena<br/><br/>Madelyn’s words seemed reasonable, but he wondered if she would do what needs to be done to protect the others and the group. Words are nice, but that’s all they are unless there’s action behind them. Billy knew that well. The line had already been drawn, they just didn’t want to see it. He remained locked in his thoughts for the moment, watching the exchange between Madelyn and Michael studiously. She seemed to have a similar gift, though it was probably just dormant. These two were made for each other, Billy thought to himself. They were certainly two of a kind.<br/><br/>Since Dean was gone, there was no point with further debating the subject. Unless he came back later, that is. He still agreed with Jack. Perhaps once the others were threatened, as he was, they would come around to the idea of taking a more proactive approach to their survival.<br/><br/>The meat smelled good, so Billy went up to the kitchen,<strong>“Need help? This is a useful survival skill that I’d like to learn.”</strong>He said to Jack. At that moment, Elena came back in, covered in grease and still looking hot. Jack was a lucky man indeed. It was good to have someone who could fix cars. That alone made her very valuable. Of course, he tried not to stare at their little exchange of affection.<strong>“Money.”</strong>He said in response to her question.<strong>“We need to find valuable things we can trade. Paper money is not going to be very useful in the future. Food, weapons and medical supplies will be in high demand. For us to be at the top, we have to have this figured out, and control the trade of these items.”</strong><br/><br/>Tristyn then asked what everyone was probably wondering. How is this all happening? Who caused it? Why? They needed to have answers to these things. As they waited for Michael’s response, Billy handed Tristyn some water as he had asked. As for the food, Jack would handle that.