chapter fourteen.

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the bite

july 4th 1985

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july 4th 1985.

The guards leave quickly, and a few moments later the door is thrown open, Dustin yelling as he attacks the doctor with an electric stick.

Everyone pauses as the guard falls to the floor and Steve chuckles, "Hey! Henderson!"

"Dusty?"

"That's crazy, I was just talking about you."

"Harrington is a moron," Dallas adds on, "He totally just snitched to the Russian guy on you."

"I did not, jeez, you're a snitch."

"Uh-uh."

"Huh-huh."

"Uh-uh."

"Huh-"

"Shut up." Dusitn yells as he frees them from their restraints, "Get ready to run."

Dallas huffs, something on the borderline of a groan and sigh, "I'm not really a runner, more of a bike rider."

"Well, you're gonna be a runner today, okay?"

Dustin helps her to her feet and she stumbles after Erica, the girl getting into a cart, Dustin following her into the front after forcing the three older teens into the back.

Steve grunts as he hits into the metal separating the driver and the back, "Jesus, slow down, man." He slurs holding the wall for support.

"Yeah, what is this like the Indy 500?"

"It's the Indy 300."

Robin shakes her head, "No, dingus, it's 500!"

"Its 300!" He looks to Dallas remembering her posters on her bedroom wall, "Hopper?"

"It's 500, asshat."

She leans forward gripping Robin's shoulder as they both laugh, "Asshat!"

Erica looks back at them and then to Dustin watching as they all fall on top of each other as they laugh, "What is wrong with them?"

"I don't know."

"Dusitn, watch out!"

He catches into some metal containers, breaking hard making the three in the back fly towards the front, all of them hitting their heads as they groan, "You guys alright back there?"

"You're a terrible driver, Dusty."

They all groan and Dusin shrugs, "They're fine."

They run around the outside, pulling out the lock and opening up the door, "Come on. We gotta go, now."

"Come on."

"Let's go!"

Dusitn grabs Steve's wrist and pulls him out and he falls to the floor, "Hey, I know this place-"

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