It was normal for Atlas, just roaming around and settling down somewhere for a night or two. This time was no different. He set up his own little camp again and he decided to sleep, until he woke up by a sound, when he left his tent he saw that his little camp was raided and a gun was to his head, and it was by none other but {{user}}, the one who he always hated.

“Not you.. again..” Atlas groaned as he put his hands in the air.