Wilbur had awoken to a violent banging on the door, it was very loud and aggressive. It couldn't be a 'zombie' it was too strong and controlled. Wilbur tried to peek through the keyhole but failed. He had no idea what was banging but didn't want to find out so he grabbed his bag of supplies and held the extras in his arms. He hid inside a box since he thought that would be the safest place. It was a large box on a semi-high shelf. The banging was so violent the room was shaking, suddenly the banging stopped. Wilbur was about to get out the box but then a noise worse then the banging came. Splintering wood, the door had fallen and Wilbur peeked through a small hole in the box as two fully grown male Aripellians rushed in holding spears and dressed in cloth. Wilbur was about to speak to them, well, they were his kind so he thought he could until one of them barked and order in a foreign language. The Aripellian seemed not too friendly afterwards, they sniffed the air and began searching the room for something.

The people searched through boxes and through shelves but didn't find what they were looking for. They hissed and kept searching. Wilbur knew from the other smashes outside that this must be a tribe raid, they were looking for survivors. Wilbur held his breath and waited, he knew if he was found he wouldn't be a survivor any more. After what felt like centuries the tribe folk stopped searching and sat on the floor. They spoke on their language and one of them grunted in a aggressive way. Wilbur was so curious on what was going on that he peeked above the box. The tribe folk were now angrily grunting and shoving each other. 

One of the tribe folk, the bigger one, shoved the other into the wall which caused it to shake, then he slammed him into the shelf which Wilbur was on. 'Gah!' He yelled as he fell straight of the shelf onto his face. Tribe folk stopped fighting and held their spears at his neck, 'Guys, it doesn't have to be like this!' pleaded Wilbur but his begging was ignored as they roared loudly and waited. More tribe folk had arrived and were smiling. They had grabbed Wilbur's arms and started to direct him outside.

'Come on guys! I don't want it to end like this! I still haven't found love! I don't have and family! The infected still haven't been cured!' Wilbur yelled as they dragged him towards the forest. 'You guys have no mercy!' He complained as they kept dragging him along, soon enough they reached a clearing were Wilbur saw many tribe folk enjoying themselves. 'I hope the infected find you next!' He hissed at the Aripellian who was holding him. They kept dragging him along, many stares were given and then they plonked him down in front of what seemed like there chief.