"I vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the Great War."
Isadora Jones had always had mixed feelings about Billy Hargrove. Known for his charismatic yet brash demeanor, he attracted attention, but not all of it was positive. So, when they were...
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ISADORA SIGHED SOFTLY, TRAILING BEHIND BILLY AND KENDRA AS THEY VENTURED INTO THE UPSIDE DOWN VERSION OF HER old HOUSE.
Everything around her was dark and distorted, as if someone had taken her home and twisted it into a nightmare version of itself. The sight of her familiar home in this warped reality filled her with dread, but she forced herself to stay focused. There was no time to be afraid. They had a mission.
She had been surprised, and more than a little relieved, to discover that bicycles existed in the Upside Down. They'd managed to scavenge a few at her house as well as some from the Wheeler's house, enough for the group to ride to the trailer park. Isadora hadn't expected to find them, especially not here of all places.
"I didn't even know Mom kept our bikes," she remarked, as she, Billy, and Kendra each grabbed one from the garage.
Billy shot her a questioning look, his brow raised in mild surprise. "She never told you?"
Isadora shook her head. "If she did, I probably wasn't paying attention. Sophia and I used to ride our bikes all the time back in California, along the beach, but I thought Mom got rid of them before we moved to Hawkins."
She couldn't help the pang of nostalgia as she thought of those carefree days. Riding bikes with Sophia, the warm California breeze in their hair, before everything had changed. Now, it felt like they were riding into the heart of danger, each pedal taking them deeper into the Upside Down's eerie, desolate landscape.
As they pushed off and began the ride toward the trailer park, that nagging feeling of unease returned, like something was crawling under Isadora's skin. She tried to shake it off, but her instincts screamed that something was coming—something bad. The air was thick with tension, and she felt the strange, oppressive atmosphere pressing in on her as they pedalled forward. Red lightning cracked in the sky, lighting up the twisted trees and dark shadows.
Her heart raced when she noticed them: the bats. They were trailing them, circling above in the sky, their screeches echoing through the hollow air. Isadora came to a sudden stop, her breath catching in her throat as she watched them swoop and swirl menacingly.
