IN WHICH...
"You don't love him Nancy! You know that as much as I do! He's hurting, let him go. Just admit that you're in love with Johnathan and let Steve go." Rose doesn't know why she's fighting so hard for this. Nancy huffs out a breath of air...
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The beast got up on its hind legs. He launched forward slamming his head into the glass. Jean jumped, back Jim pulling her away.
"It-its polycarbonate. It can't get through." Even Ownens stuttered watching the thing slam its head into the glass. Jean glanced at him.
Then more came from the hole below.
"I think it might." Jean said watching as they all crowded in front of one.
Everyone started to back away.
The beats screamed three of them slamming into one piece of glass. Cracks forming up it.
"You sure about that glass?" Jim kept backing up, his hand keeping Jean next to him. Owens slammed his hand down onto the emergency alarm.
Jim took Jeans hand running out the door. They heard the glass break once the metal door was shut. Owens ran with them guiding them down one of the halls.
The lights were flickering, as the alarm sound blared, drowning out the screaming. Jim tugged open the door to the stairs holding it for Owens and Jean to sprint through. Jean sprinted up the steps Owens telling to her stop, tugging open the door to their floor.
Screams echoed down the hallway.
They ran down the hallway, Jim breaking through the door. Jean put a hand to her chest. Her blue hospital scrubs feeling hot, and sticky to her skin.
Down the hall people were screaming, shooting off their guns. The monsters tore right through them.
"We gotta go!" Jim ran, taking the IV out of Wills arm picking him up and over his shoulder. Jean held out her hand ushering them quickly.
The doors at the end of the hall began to break.
Owens made sure everyone was there before pointing back down the hall. Jim ran ahead, Wills head bobbing over his shoulder.
More screaming. Jean slid to a stop when the beast jumped ahead of them tackling a person.
Jean averted her eyes. Behind them was the same thing. A hand was pressing her forward into the room. Owens was last in, slamming the door shut. Jean doubled over, her hands on her knees. She felt the sick feeling climb up from her stomach.
People dying, right in front of her.
She put a hand to her mouth trying to block out the sounds. She finally noticed what everyone was staring at. The cameras. The bodies in the halls, the beasts stalking the halls.
"Oh my God." Bob stood staring at the scenes unfolding in front of them. Then the lights flickered out, the screens going black.
The only light that was in their room was from the small window. Jean could barely see her hand in front of her.
Owens ran to the other side of the room handing off the flashlight he found to Hopper. Her dug through the filing cabinet, coming out with a rolled paper.
