atomic thunderstorm


The storm had come quickly, soaking your clothes through before you could retreat inside the drop ship. This rain was different from the night you had first landed on Earth. It stung when it hit your skin, it pelted the metal walls of your refuge, and the wind whipped at you until it had stolen away any warmth you held.

Even worse was the thunder. It rumbled through the air and rattled the walls of your ship. You flinched every time it struck, muscles clenching and unclenching until your back was sore and any hope of sleep tonight was beyond you.

Footsteps echoed up the ladder, barely heard over the rain’s siege. Atom swung his body to the side and sat with his legs dangling.

“Are you alright?” he asked. You nodded. His eyes lowered for a moment before he spoke again. “It’s okay to be afraid.”

He walked toward you, sitting down and throwing an arm around your shoulder. His clothes were soaked as well, but you could feel the heat of his skin burning through. He pulled you closer and you rested your head on his chest, fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt.