Atlas Matt Damon // 19 Years Old | Male Member // Location: Outside in the parking lot // Tags: None (I changed his age)
Atlas slammed his car door shut, it was merely a car anymore. It needed washed, bad. Blood and mud splattered everywhere. Maybe today would be a good day to clean it then he could get back into the groove of creativly painting his room. He leaned back into his car staring up at the building. The guard posts were up high, some were down low. He opened the backseat and his dog Crow jumped out. Blood was stained in her back fur and shown everywhere in her tan fur. "We'lll clean you up later " he sighed. His dog yipped happily wagging her tail. He shut the door and walked to the back, popping the trunk open. Inside was a complete mess. He had tools, supplies, bags of dog food, water bottles, anything you could think of that he would hide when it came to life or death. He grabbed a small bag of dog food and a water bottle. Putting two bowls down he fillled them with water and food. Crow hurried and ate quickly keeping a lookout for any theives. When she finished he put the bowls away. He pulled out a sponge and began to scrub his car. Water, he used wisely. Sure there was still alot of it but what about when it ran out? He occasionally rinsed the sponge. It was chilly out with the wind and clouds. Crow layed down in the sun. "Must be nice, to get a break" Atlas laughed. "Get over here lazy bones" he chuckled. Crow got up wagging her tail, she picked up the water and poured a small amount on the sponge before putting it back. "What would I do without you, nobody here even likes me. I try to make a good impression but....you know" he said keeping a smile. When he finished he cleaned the sponge out and tossed it back into the car. "We did a good job here Crow..." Atlas smiled and leaned against the car sitting into the rocks. Crow curled up next to him. He had to eat, he knew. But when you enter the cafeteria then you see faces that remind you of death. Food that reminds you of old times. Every breakfast, lunch, dinner...he didn't like to go to. Maybe he will in a minute, he needed to rest. He closed his eyes and pulled his hat over his eyes.
Life is like writing in pen. You can cross out your past but you can not erase it.