With a watch on his wrist, no memory of his past, and a puzzle-filled room, Atlas tries desperately to escape the elevators.
Upon waking to darkness, Atlas stumbles into the white room. His desire for answers driving his feet to move. In the firs...
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"Do you think this is enough food and water?"
Atlas nodded. "Yeah, we have two bags full. I think we will be fine if we ration it." He confidently tapped the bag Hope had made him. After declining the bag previously, Atlas decided it would be best for them to collect more while they could.
They were still on the same floor but had moved sideways to collect some supplies.
Hope looked into her bag and frowned, "Let's move over one last time. I can squeeze one more water bottle in here."
Atlas grinned at her and strode over to the elevator. After jumping into it several times, Hope had proposed they add cushions to it. Atlas bent down to adjust the coarse couch cushions so that he would land directly on them. He went to the coffee table and prepped his foot to smash it in, used to the routine after so many repetitions of it. Bringing it down, he felt the glass give under his weight.
Hope waited patiently inside the elevator as Atlas tossed the key card in her direction.
Hope caught the card and slid it inside the elevator slot. Humming as she waited for it to eject out again she knew what to expect now. Once the key exposed itself, she threw it across the room where Atlas was waiting. Atlas looked up at Hope, signaling for her to move to the back of the space, and slid the key into the safe. He immediately pivoted on his heels and launched himself at the doors. His plush surroundings provided a form of comfort as gravity took hold of him. The adrenaline rush was still present even after many repeated steps. He raised his head to grin at Hope again as she extended her small hand towards him.
Atlas took her hand, brought himself to his feet, and stretched. He could hear his labored breathing and feel his heart pumping blood through his veins. He let out a sigh as they stepped into the room.
Hope walked straight to the flowers to rearrange them and activate the safe. Atlas took the time to relax and jumped over the back of the couch. He found himself staring up at the blue ceiling and listening to the click of the safe. He let his eyes fall shut and clasped his hands across his stomach.
"What now?" Hope asked. Atlas opened his eyes to see a wave of red hair hanging over him. A pair of vibrant green eyes looked into his blue ones. He smiled and sat up. She raised her head and took a step back.
"Honestly, I didn't get much rest when we were trapped in the first room. Maybe we can get some shut-eye?" Atlas yawned.
"That sounds good to me," Hope agreed.
"You can take the couch. I'll sleep on the landing cushions," Atlas raised himself from the couch and moved to the elevator. Dragging the cushions just outside of the elevator, he arranged them into a makeshift bed. He crashed his body onto the surface and snuggled into them. The cushions were overstuffed, but they felt great against his tired body. He could feel himself sinking into them as his heavy eyelids closed.
