Atlas recovered from the pain, not noticing the giant snake person. "Bloody hell. The dead on this island are all screaming. Nobody has died peacefully here.", he coughed, and made the mistake of turning around. The creature loomed.

"Christ! Christ! Wait, you aren't...him. Shit.", Atlas mutters as he runs into the jungle. He trips over roots and vines, and notices a girl mourning. The spirit of whoever she's crying over is nowhere to be seen, probably with the others. He realizes there is safety in numbers, and seems to be cornered. He runs off to the beach, to see what he can do to get off this shithole island.