[h1][color=olive]Bozak[/color] and [b]Atlas[/b][/h1]
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The duo had been traveling for an hour or so now. They trudged across the roadways littered with ruined vehicles, checking quite a few along the way for any useful supplies. Little turned up, but that was probably to be expected. After a time, they'd gotten around to descending into an underpass below what, back in the days of old, would have been a loud, bustling interconnection of highways.

Underneath the shade of the bridges overhead, Bozak and Atlas took a moment to rest. And, as it seemed like a good idea at the time, Bozak decided to socialize with his new buddy for a bit.

[color=olive]"Atlas having fun?"[/color] Bozak asked, setting himself on the roof of a car. The dog didn't issue much of a reply besides tilting his head and whining a bit, muzzle pointed at the man's pocket.

[color=olive]"Ehhhh, fine."[/color] Bozak replied, taking out the bundle of deer jerky and tossing a couple to Atlas, who proceeded to go at them heartily. Bozak eyed the remaining jerky and decided, while he was still in [i]relative[/i] isolation, he might as well have the rest for himself now. He grasped his gas mask at the filter and tilted it upwards, revealing nothing but a heavily scarred jaw, and the faint ends of two tattoos running down from his cheeks. He shoved the rest of the deer jerky into his mouth and pulled the mask back down, commencing with the chewing.

All gone. Now Atlas had no reason to whine for more. But it wouldn't stop the duo from hunting for more meat. And little did they know, meat would soon come straight to them.

Atlas's ears perked up as he aimed his head around the car and issued a growl. Bozak looked at him for only a moment before hopping up and prepping his shotgun. The two watched the far end of the underpass as something sounded in the distance. Like the cars ahead were being pushed aside by some force. Turns out that force was a car itself. The duo moved out of the way as a large, heavily outfitted truck barged straight through their prior location, the ram on its front side shoving the other cars along. Bozak and Atlas both watched as the truck skidded to a halt, then noticing the cargo it was carrying. Deer carcasses, as well as those of other random fauna, all tossed into the back of the pickup.

The driver side door flew open, and a lean man wearing a gray apron and a welding mask over his face peaked outside.

"Hey!" He called out in a fast, jovial tone, "You wanna ride, brother-man?"