Chapter 1
The air was silent and stiff as the cracked clock's broken ticking echoed throughout the quiet dead room. Boris Logan yawned loudly as he started to wake up, staring up at the old pipes and wooden beams dripping above his head. It was yet another cold morning in the small safe house. The room was so small that the large man could barely fit in it.
Ever since 'The Crisis', he and his family had been forced to move into their grandparents old safe house.
They had made it for the war in case of bombs. The safe house was loosely based on an actual house. It was underground and very secure. It was space, containing two bedrooms with a pair of army fold up beds in each one, a tiny kitchen, restroom and a living room. It wasn't perfect, but it was at least durable for him and his family.
It kept them safe
From the narrow hall between the doors leading to the small bathroom and the 'living room' were some old, spear clothes hanging on the wall. They had been washed in the nearby river the early other day. Boris let out another small yawn as he looked at the bed next to his own. He held in a chuckle as a small smile graced his lips.
It as an adorable sight.
There was a smaller figure silently sleeping under the mess of sheets. The figure stirred a little before quickly rolling over and falling back to sleep. As quietly as he could, Boris got up and headed into the restroom to get ready for the day. He sighed as he looked at himself in the dirty, broken mirror hanging up in the restroom.
Boris was a large twenty nine year old man who possessed an extremely athletic, muscular build and a double square chin.
He had a small gold, heart shaped locket around his neck. His black hair was long and tied into a ponytail that went down to his elbows and he possessed icy blue eyes and a short black goatee. He wore a white, short sleeved, dress shirt and black pants, alongside some army boots. Boris was a caring, strong-willed and determined man.
After getting washed up, he walked into the kitchen.
There he saw his sister-in-law, Mandy Logan, cooking something in a large, slightly damaged pot on the stove. Mandy was a twenty five year old beautiful young woman with a slim, petite figure, fair and flawless skin. She also had large, sparkling, aqua blue eyes with long, think crimson red hair flowing in the wind. She wore a purple blouse and sea foam green pants.
"Morning Mandy, where's Bendy and Warren?" He asked.
"Bendy's still in bed and Warren's gathering supplies." She replied.
"Alone?" He frowned.
"You know how he is." She sighed.
"How who is, Mandy?" A familiar voice suddenly asked. They turned to the entrance of their safe house and saw Warren climbing back down into the safe house empty handed yet again. Boris scowled and held back a menacing growl when he laid eyes on his younger brother. The man was called Warren. Warren Logan was a twenty seven year old slender looking man with a toned build and he was fair-skinned.
He had warm brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, rosy cheeks and a yellow shirt.
He wore brown leather boots and attached to his belt were two holster's loaded with pistols. He was a no nonsense kind of man. He also wore a white vest, a dirty red bandana tightly around his neck, white pants and a white cowboy hat. He was known for his brooding personality, though he was not incapable of kindness and a protective demeanour for his family.
"Why did you leave alone?!" Boris glared at his younger brother.
"We needed supplies." He replied casually.
"Did you find anything?" Mandy asked.
"Still nothin', tha traps ain't got anythin' in 'em and I can't find any fruits in the woods." He sighed before turning to his brother. "We're runnin' outta supplies around here Boris, we need ta leave."
"We've been over this, the famines just a short term problem, it'll pass." Boris reassured.
"We'll starve before then!" Warren shouted before his wife got in between them.
"That's enough you two, our breakfast is ready, Boris, please go wake Bendy up." Mandy scolded before returning to her cooking pot. Boris sent his younger brother another glare before heading back to his bedroom. The large smiled as looked at the sleeping figure in the bed. He knelt down and gently shook the person awake.
A little boy yawned as he sat up and untangled himself from the bed sheets.
His name was Bendy Stein. Bendy was a small five year old boy with a thin body, unnaturally pale skin and dark raven black hair that pointed up to resemble horns and grey blue eyes. He wore a grey jumper with baggy black pants. He was smaller than he should of been for his age.
"Come on little man, time to get up." He chuckled as the boy wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Mandy's made some yummy bacon soup for you."
"Ok." Bendy yawned, yet smiled as he climbed out the fold up bed, carrying his most prized possession tightly under his small arms. It was a plush doll of a cartoon demon-like imp character from a child's cartoon that, like other characters of the period, was black and white and had a cheerful-looking expression. It had large pie cut eyes.
It was entirely coloured black apart from it's face, which was white in colour.
It wore a white bowtie and the shape of it's head resembled cartoonish. It also had a notable wide, toothy grin. Seeing that he was still half asleep, Boris picked him up and carried him into the 'living room'. There Mandy had poured the bacon soup into four, slightly chipped, bowls. When she saw Bendy and Boris, she smiled warmly.
"Good morning Bendy, did you sleep well?" She asked and a tired groan was her only response. Mandy and Boris chuckled and even Warren smiled a little as Boris sat the boy down and Mandy placed a bowl in front of him. After a few moments of awkward silence, Warren cleared his throat.
"Boris, we really need to talk." He said.
"Not right now, tell me later." Boris quickly said and quickly glanced at Bendy who ate his soup, completely oblivious to the conversation...