#t; atlas & cal 001

[apocalyptixs]

Closed for @bitescal

Atlas was new to the community, fresh blood to the hunters, but it wasn't hard to pick up on the whispers if you listened closely enough. They thought they were entering a safe haven, a place where people had lived for years. Years. And the minute they walk through the door ( well, maybe not the minute they did, but practically ) someone had died and another had laid in the infirmary for who knew how long...

And it had all been planned?

Atlas had been pondering this as they walked down the pavement, having gotten up with the sun and enjoying a few moments of silence provided by the community. They were used to sleeping weird hours and short spurts. It has been a while now since they'd been behind safety of walls where they didn't have to worry about biters appearing around any corner.

Spotting another person up and about at this hour wasn't surprising, really; there seemed to be someone patrolling at all times, really, because that was how they kept this place safe. It was Calum who seemed to be the one stuck with the early shift this morning. Atlas cleared their throat, offering a half lazy wave. "You an early bird typically or just draw the short straw this morning?"

#m; atlas grimes #w; calum beck #t; atlas & cal 001