Atlas fucked up. And badly. Maybe hiding behind a dumpster with a bunch of moldy food in it was a bad… no, terrible idea because the smell was atrocious and there was currently a horde of zombies who would really like to have Atlas as their dinner. All Atlas was trying to do was get food and these things showed up out of nowhere so now Atlas was stuck. In a very sticky situation.

Before Atlas could finish his thoughts completely, a car alarm went off, catching the zombies' attention. “Yes!” Atlas muttered out of excitement. Quickly but quietly, Atlas crawled out of his hiding spot and rushed to the gas station trying not to be seen. That’s when Atlas saw it. More like him. It was another boy around Atlas's age.

He had a deep shade of brown hair which surprisingly complemented his pale skin very well. His jaw was sculpted well, and his nose was rounded. Atlas also noticed that he had a few moles scattered around on his face. For the first time in a while, since he was such an outgoing careless person, Atlas felt genuine concern for the boy since, one, he was on top of a car (the car that was set off) which was surrounded by zombies, and two, his arm was bleeding and swollen all around as well as his forehead.

Atlas wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t seem to pull their eyes away from him until a zombie limped over to him. Atlas grunted quietly, hopefully, as he punched the zombie, grabbed a pole from a pile of junk, whacked the thing with all the force he could muster up.

  Soon it was all over since the zombie was decapitated and lying on the ground. Atlas wanted to throw up as soon as he noticed the blood splattered on their clothing.

That boy Atlas noticed earlier was still on top of the car, but his face was paler and his eyes were shooting everywhere as if looking for an exit, to the point where Atlas was surprised he hadn’t noticed him yet. So, Atlas did the unthinkable, to him at least, and walked over to a dead man holding a gun.

Luckily, Atlas knew enough about weapons to realize that it was a Glock 42. While Atlas clocked the gun back, he sneaked behind a rusted-up car and aimed at some of the zombies. BANG. The gun went off and hit some of the zombies and knocked them out. Atlas aimed at a few others until they were all down and clicked the safety switch back in.

Any sane person wouldn’t put their gun into their pocket or pants after it had been fired and was as smoking hot as him, as Atlas liked to think. So Atlas just held it until he got over to the car where the boy was. 

By now, the boy had definitely noticed Atlas and was staring at him with wide eyes and trembling lips. Atlas glanced up at him, and as he got closer, he noticed how bright his curious emerald eyes were and paused. Atlas's lips curved into a smirk, and then proudly announced, “I know I’m pretty badass, but you don’t have to be so out of this world.” Atlas laughed at his joke with what was probably a very annoying and ugly bark.

“The name’s Ady Lu. Atlas LuCille. What’s yours?” Atlas managed to stammer out after his very awkward introduction. Rubbing his arm and the back of his head trying to avoid eye contact Atlas continued, “Okay. Uh, never mind.” Glancing at the boys’ wound, Atlas held out their hand. He stuttered out nervously, obviously while avoiding eye contact, “Here… here let me… let me give you a band. Hand!” Atlas’ face turns as bright as a ripe tomato after messing up what might’ve been the easiest thing to say. “I’ll help you down.” Reluctantly, he grabbed Atlas's hand, and they helped him down. “You don’t have to be so yellow… I just saved you, man.” the words that Atlas said did not come out in a playful tone but in a more exasperated tired groan. “Ivory...” “I’m sorry, what’d you say?”

By barking out so abruptly Atlas practically ruined the moment. “I said… I said Ivory” The boy muttered once more. “Is that your name or something?” Atlas, who was ruining the moment once more, inquired. “Yes” The boy, or much known as Ivory, croaked again. The thin set of lips on Atlas’ face curved into a tight smile filled with pure joy. Out of excitement, Atlas babbled, “Cool! How old are you? Why are you here? Do you want help with your arm? Are you hungry?” Slightly jumping up and down Atlas waited for the boys' response. 

Ivory must’ve been startled at the sudden outburst of questions from Atlas because he took a step back and looked at Atlas in an uncertain way. Atlas noticed this action and felt terrible so he decided that an apology would make everything better but before he could get the words out Ivory stated, so monotonous it would make your sink birth a child, “Do you think you could please shut up and help me before I die from loss of blood?”