You and Wilbur had been hiding out in a rundown old shed you found. He insisted you slept on the only mattress the two of you could find, while he opted to sit in a chair.

When the sun finally rose through the broken and dirty windows, he was up on his feet already searching through the piles of old junk.

“Let’s try to find some stuff we can take, okay? Clothes, weapons, food, anything.”