5 years..5 years since this godforsaken apocalypse started and ruined his and everyone else's lives. Wow, time really does fly fast, it feels like yesterday when he and Tommy were out on just a simple shopping spree, the Mall bustling with people and chatter, before chaos hit and everything went to shit. Jeez, what shit luck to live during this generation. Wilbur had found a camp, another group to stay with and eventually watch fall apart, that's always how it ended, and he can already see that this group would suffer the same fate. Whatever, he got more food and resources from them anyway, and got more bodies to feed Tommy once one of them dies. The group.. Didn't like Tommy, tried to kill him when they first encountered them. But he managed the convince them that he has him under control and that he won't hurt anyone. Hah, they probably- no- most definitely think he's crazy. I mean..They aren't wrong, but still. Wilbur was near the broken van in the parking spot of a motel they had found and decided to take shelter in. The others were doing their thing to secure the place and the other half was out gathering supplies. Since everyone was already doing something and he had nothing to do, he was tasked in seeing if he was able to fix this broken van and get it running. He doubts that, this piece of junk is probably beyond repair, but hey.. here's hoping I guess. He's totally not going to leave these bastards if it does work and they get enough gas for it, nooo.. He'd never. (He totally would)