[h1][b]Atlas[/b][/h1][hr]
[indent][b]August 18th, 2039, 8:50 AM
A lonely deli's storefront, New York City[/b][/indent]
Loud noises. Gunfire. Not good noises. Bad and loud and scary. No time for food. Need to run.

Atlas wasn't very familiar with the weapons of man, but he had experienced enough in his time to know that when you hear the firesticks in the distance, it was time to pick up your kill and leave immediately. The shadows could hide him, but not here and not now. It was too early. Too bright for hiding, except in the very dark places. Atlas did not like the very dark places. With a snap of his jaw, he picked the small hare up in his mouth and skittered around the corner into the alley behind the deli. He took the alley between the buildings and passed a torn poster depicting a man holding a smaller man. It stopped him for a moment, before the twitching of the hare reminded him to keep moving. 

When he finally came to a stop, he had arrived back at the deli once more, his circular search complete. No one was nearby, and the gunfire had stopped. Long enough for him to enjoy his kill that is. With a wrench of his neck, Atlas snapped the hare's spine and thrashed it into the ground before throwing it to the ground. The taste was of metal and warmth, a good feeling after so many hours of no food at all.The crunching of bone and the chewing of muscle could be heard from outside the store as the dog dug in, eager to have something in his belly.

A sound in the distance made Atlas lift his ears and turn his head, muzzle dripping with blood as he licked it away greedily. More sounds. Not firesticks. Not gunfire. Walking. Heavy steps. Heavy person. Or more than one person! What would he do? The doors would be the place they came from! The humans always came through doors. Where were humans coming from, Atlas thought as he tried to sniff at the air, finishing gobbling at the small animal's carcass.

A shattering of glass rang out as Atlas leapt out the already broken front window of the empty deli. They would never catch him. That is if it was a 'they' that was following him. He did not know, he didn't look back. He simply ran away, toward the open outskirts. Where it was quieter.