5 parts Ongoing MatureElliot Murphy's got a bird brain. And he's perfectly fine with it, thank you very much. As a twelve (almost thirteen!) year old in the apocalypse, it was easy to care about nothing but himself and birds. He liked not having to talk to anyone, to explain himself, to live up to expectations, to make promises. He was a smart kid, and he survived. There was nothing more, or less, to it. But then he met people. Good people, bad people, and morally gray people who made him question everything, even birds.
And Elliot Murphy learned how much he could say without opening his mouth.