[ Billy doesn't come here seeking out the bulletin board. He comes here because he's been in enough small, damaged towns to know that when a building's still standing in the middle of it all, that's probably where whoever lives here still meets.
But he doesn't go to the town hall right away. By the time he pulls himself out of the woods and into town, he stumbles into the first home he found. It's seemingly unoccupied, and even it isn't, Billy wouldn't care. He passes out almost as soon as he got in, making it to the couch, and he's been out for God knows how long. He forces himself through the pain of getting up, he'd washes his face - well. Sort of. The blood had dried and the wounds were still too fresh to scrub everything away. At least it's enough to see himself now.
He decides he doesn't want to see himself very much.
So that's when he goes out to find out what the hell is going on. His clothes are still filthy, his shirt and bullet proof vest stained with his own blood and Frank Castle's blood as he shambles through the town. Some part of him is pretty pleased that his instincts were right. There's someone at the town hall, and there's a bulletin board behind him. Billy's gonna open his mouth to say something when the man turns, and Billy's mouth clamps up tight. ]
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But he doesn't go to the town hall right away. By the time he pulls himself out of the woods and into town, he stumbles into the first home he found. It's seemingly unoccupied, and even it isn't, Billy wouldn't care. He passes out almost as soon as he got in, making it to the couch, and he's been out for God knows how long. He forces himself through the pain of getting up, he'd washes his face - well. Sort of. The blood had dried and the wounds were still too fresh to scrub everything away. At least it's enough to see himself now.
He decides he doesn't want to see himself very much.
So that's when he goes out to find out what the hell is going on. His clothes are still filthy, his shirt and bullet proof vest stained with his own blood and Frank Castle's blood as he shambles through the town. Some part of him is pretty pleased that his instincts were right. There's someone at the town hall, and there's a bulletin board behind him. Billy's gonna open his mouth to say something when the man turns, and Billy's mouth clamps up tight. ]
The hell kinda shit is this?