Hell Hole

Dystopia

The sky was clear, with no sight of the blood-hungry creatures. The drive to the safe place Black and his friends called the garage didn't take much time. White took his time to observe the aftermath of the attack. It looked like a scene from some cheap dystopia book. Blood-covered roads and building walls, cars tossed around together with the food stalls. People were mourning the dead while picking up what was left of their property. He never saw this back in Russia, and his father made sure he won't see it here either. What was on TV couldn't compare with a real thing. White trembled, burying his head into his brother's back, letting his warmness calm him down. 

The ride to the safe place the gang mentioned wasn't that long. 

"We are here," Black said, making him look up. The bikes were approaching the brick building standing afar from the busy Bangkok streets. The steel door was opened, and the unknown man waited next to them. They drove inside and parked. The entrance was closed now, and the tall unfamiliar person greeted them.

"Hi, you must be White. I am Gumpa. Owner of this garage." The man introduced himself with a simile. The tension in White disappeared. He waied politely but still clung to his brother. No one commented on his uneasiness, and he was glad for it. 

They sit around the small shabby table, and White can't stop his eyes from wandering around the room. The main area was big enough to contain parking for the bikes and their repairs. There was this small relaxing area and something looking like a gym. The space continued further inside, and White could only assume what was there. 

"Are you all unharmed?" Gumpa asked, eying the group, White included. 

"All good." Sean nodded. There was a moment of silence before the owner spoke again.

"I assume White is going to stay here with us." 

"He's not fucking going back to that asshole," Black growled, pulling him nearer to his side. White sighed in contentment, enjoying the affection. 

"We will need another mattress. Do we have enough dishes? Towles?" Gumpa muttered, frowning. 

"I need to go shopping." He added seriously. The boys glanced at each other and then burst into laughter. White didn't understand at first, but a smile formed on his face as soon as he spotted his brother's happy expression. It seemed Gumpa was the father figure for them all. 

"There's no need to spend money. We will fit on one mattress." Black dismissed Gumpa's thoughts. 

"Are you all living here?" White asked curiously. 

"Yes. We started living here after the Hell Hole appeared." Gram answered. 

"Can I ask why? You don't have a family to stay with?" 

The room went silent, and the solemn expressions on their faces made White regret the question immediately. 

"My parents died long ago. I've been living with Gumpa for a while." Sean started. White turned to him. He didn't like seeing Sean sad. He wanted to stand up and console him, but his brother's arm sneaked around his waist, holding him back. 

"My parents live in a different city." Gram shrugged.

"It's better to be here than alone." He grinned.

"I have only mom. But she's safe and sound, so no harm in being here with these idiots." Yok laughed, receiving a hard punch on the shoulder from Gram. White giggled, turning back at his brother. 

"P'Black?" 

"It's only me. And if you want to ask about that bitch, don't."

The anger rosed in White. He wanted to know what their mother did to his twin, but he didn't dare to push further. 

"Black, take White and show him around." Gumpa interrupted the conversation. 

"We can talk about the plans when you all get clean." He added, making White curious.