Wilbur lay in the alley, blood everywhere. His hands were stained with a crimson red colour. What a day to die. He stared at the wall, doing his best to stay awake. He put his hand out in front of him, trying to pull himself up. It's kinda hard to do that when you literally had someone impale you, yeah? Wilbur thought to himself. If he could just keep himself active, he would survive this. Wilbur heard the sound of footsteps, though it was one person. He shook his head. There was no way in hell he'd fall for a false sense of security- He pushed himself up more.