zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · technoblade · philza · wilbur soot · tommyinnit · minecraft · ensemble cast · combat
A single, flickering lantern casts dancing shadows across the cold concrete walls of the room. Tommy is out cold, slumped heavily against Wilbur's side in a deep sleep. With a sudden, sharp movement, Wilbur lays down his winning hand, a triumphant look on his face. "Ha! I won!" Philza's weary eyes snap up, flashing a warning. "Keep it down, Will. Tommy's sleeping." Wilbur rolls his eyes with a sigh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, dad." He turns toward you, a playful, challenging smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Your turn?"