silence falls || ✔️

chapter one- the search begins

or, three brothers on the journey for a safer place.

//tw!! blood, physical harm//

The sun rose just over the tip of a mountain in the east, shedding a soft gold light across the otherwise flat land.

The world was in such a peaceful state, no sound aside from the birds chirping, the wind whistling through the newly green trees, and the sound of a 1997 Jeep Wrangler bustling down a now empty street.

Inside that old, slightly rusty Jeep Wrangler were three young men. Brothers.

It hadn't always been the three of them, though.

There had been their father and their poor, poor mother- two of the most loving people any of the three had ever come across. Since the world had quite literally gone to shit, though, all they had was each other- but that was okay with them.

They heavily relied on one another, and for some reason, that gave them some sense of security.

Driving the car was the oldest brother, Techno.

The thing that caused him to stand out from his brothers is his long, silky, light pink hair which rests in a french braid at the base of his neck and his sharp red eyes; his brothers didn't much mind it or even seem to notice.

Honestly, neither did he.

It made people fear him in this apocalypse, which he quite preferred.

When people saw him, they usually stayed as far away as possible and avoided his brothers.

Techno's eyes scanned the flat land before him, his hands making soft tapping noises to mimic the beat in his head.

In the passenger seat sat the middle brother, Wilbur, who held an atlas in his lap.

The golden sun shone through his hair, sending warm rays across his face, illuminating the dent on his cheek, a scar he'd gotten from playing outside with his brother as a child.

He looked up from the atlas briefly, rubbing his eyes and sighing.

"Beautiful morning," he mumbled softly to Techno, turning to look at his pink haired brother.

Techno hummed a soft response, nodding.

At least in the Jeep they were safe from any of the damned diseased hearing them.

Wilbur took a deep breath.

"We should be to Alfriston in five minutes' time." He said, being sure not to speak so loud as not to wake the two's sleeping little brother in the backseat.

The blond boy's figure only slightly shifted, and he made a soft humming sound.

Tommy, his name is.

As children, Techno and Wilbur called him "The Golden Child" in lieu of his golden halo of hair, which still rings true.

The sun illuminated the said halo of locks, making it even more golden than it had been before.

Once the sun hit his face, he blinked awake, looking around the car in a panic to ensure his brothers were still there; to his pleasure, they were.

He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes.

Wilbur's darker eyes met his blue ones in the rear view, and his brother gave him a warm greeting.

Tommy waved back, still sleepy.

As usual, when he woke, he couldn't hear as well out of his left ear as his right, so he reached into his backpack and grabbed his hearing aid out, quickly powering it up and putting it in.