Finding Brothers, Knife Fights, and Other Apocalypse Skills

“Who are you?”The kid laughed. “I don’t know if you’re in the position to ask questions.”Will stared at him for a moment, fully aware that the boy was correct. “Dick.”Shrugging, his peculiar guide turned away and urged the cow ahead, leaving Wilbur stumbling after his makeshift vehicle. “Well, I’m Wilbur. And, um, thank you. For not killing me.”“Why would I, dickhead? You’re not really much of a threat.” As Wilbur found his footing beside the ambling pace of the cow, he added, “you can call me Tommy.” OR: Wilbur is entirely useless in the apocalypse. Luckily, a strange child and his cow are willing to show him the ropes.