freaks ✾ eddie munson

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We all ran into the woods and somehow managed to escape the bats as we hid underneath Skull Rock.

"Oh.. okay." Robin said as she started to stand up. "That was close."

"Yeah. Too close." Eddie replied.

I looked over at Steve to see him leaning against Skull Rock.

"Oh, sh.. shit."

"Steve? Jesus!"

"Steve!" I quickly walked over to him.

"I'm fine.."

"No, no, no. You're not."

"You're losing blood." I said as I stared at his open wounds.

"Come on, sit. Alright?" Nancy guided him down slowly.

All I could hear was his grunts of pain.

He removed his hands from the bites. "Shit!" I said.

"Oh.." Robin stared at him with widened eyes.

Nancy started to rip off pieces of her shirt as Robin knelt down next to Steve.

"Okay.. so the good news is I'm pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me, let me know." Robin rambled.

"Robin."

"Yeah?"

"I kinda wanna punch you."

She laughed. "Sense of humor's still intact. That's a good sign."

"Yeah."

Nancy started to wrap up Steve's chest and I looked over to see Eddie climbing on top of Skull Rock.

"So uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?" He asked.

"Exactly." I said.

He started to get down until Nancy stopped him. "Wait, watch out for the vines. It's all a hive mind."

"It's all a what?"

"All the creepy crawlies around here, dude. They're like one, or something."

"Step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on Vecna." I explain.

He nods. "Shit."

"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people, obviously?" Robin asked.

"As far as I understand it, yeah."

"So theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate."

"I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure."

"Well, we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom."

"You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom."

"Nancy loves her guns." I say.

"Full of surprises, isn't she?"

"A Russian Makarov and a revolver."

"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one."

"You almost deserved it."

"Uh, correction. He did deserve it."

Steve shook his head at me disapprovingly before the ground started to shake.

Eddie caught Robin and I as we toppled over.

"Oh my god!"

"What the fuck, man!"