George Townsen- Baton Rouge/ Bingo Hall George was sharpening his knife for the millionth time in the Employees Only section of the Bingo Hall. The boredom was the worst part of this damn apocalypse. Afraid to go outside alone, George set up shop in the Bingo Hall. He had originally been part of a group of 10 others that had made it all the way from San Diego, but they all either became walkers or shot themselves. Both in some cases. He had just finished up when he heard a noise from the other end of the door. He grabbed his shotgun, and crept towards the door. When he heard the voice, he knew that it was no walker. Most likely somebody pillaging his stuff. He opened the door slowly, and pointed the shotgun at what appeared to be a man next to his daughter. "Back away from the backpacks. Now."