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azalea monroe just
wanted a normal,
relaxing summer.
robin buckley just
wanted to save money
at her $3 an hour job.
and they were both
about to get more than
they bargained for.
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STRANGER THINGS
season 3 - completed
season 4 - ongoing...
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"Okay, clear." Steve told them, standing from a crouch and rounding the corner, "Clear, come on, let's go."
After the endless empty hallway, the group had come upon a more spacious area. But, it also seemed to be closer to the Russians, red carts of supplies driving by, and their likelihood of being caught was rising.
"Okay, that was close." Robin said sighing deeply.
"Too close." Azalea added, breath quickening. They needed to get out of there. The sooner they found the comms room, the sooner they could buy their ticket out.
"Relax." Steve rubbed Azalea's arm as he pushed past her, "All right? Relax. Nobody saw..."
His voice trailed off, and Azalea stood next to him seeing why.
The hallway peeled off into a giant circular room filled to the brim with Russian soldiers, men in lab coats, and some in hazmat suits. And many armed with guns.
"Shit." Steve gulped.
Azalea felt Robin pull her to the ground beside her and they all crouched behind some boxes to hide.
"Red Dawn." Dustin muttered, turning to Azalea.
She grimaced. They saw that movie in theaters together, "Oh, God."
"I saw it." Erica whispered harshly, "First floor, northwest."
Steve turned to her, whispering back, "Saw what?"
She raised her brows, "The comms room."
"You saw the comms room?"
"Correct."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." Erica assured, "The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there."
"That could be a hundred different things." Dustin warned. Azalea nodded. Not that she didn't trust Erica, but it was so risky.
"I'll take those odds." Robin stated.
"All right." Steve complied, listening to Robin, "We're gonna move fast, we're gonna stay low. Okay?"
Azalea swallowed her nerves and nodded.
The group all stayed in a huddle, Steve and Robin in front. Azalea pulled to the back to keep Erica and Dustin in front of her protectively.
They crawled from side to side of the room, staying low, silent, and behind metal boxes and walls.
Finally reaching the door to the comms room, with baited breath, Steve held the door for the group to all run in.
"Move it." Steve hissed at Azalea, being at the tail end of the group, "Let's go."
