xli. Failure

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{CHAPTER FORTY ONE}

─FAILURE─

❝Twelve Was A Failure!❞

❝Twelve Was A Failure!❞

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“STEVE SAYS YOU NEED TO HURRY!” 

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“STEVE SAYS YOU NEED TO HURRY!” 

The group practically flipped the trailer upside, trying to find any pop music. But all they could find was Eddie’s metal tapes. Clothes were thrown around, furniture were flipped over, people panic throughout the trailer. 

“Yeah? No shit!” Dustin yells. 

“We’re trying. We can’t find anything!” Max chimes in.

“Seriously, what's all of this shit?!” Robin asked Eddie.

“What are you even looking for?” the metalhead walks in with numerous tapes in his arms. He dropped in front of Jack and Robin, who quickly scanned every title. 

“Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles?!” Jack lists in a hurry. 

“Music! We need music!” 

“This is music!” Eddie yells, snatching a tape out of Robin’s hand. 

“What about your uncle? What kind of music does he listen to?” Jack looks up at Eddie. 

“I-I-I don’t know! He keeps most of his shit in his truck” 

“She’s awake!” Steve’s voice echoed through the trailer. The group stop their search and race towards the gate and find Nancy, awake but in shock. 

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“He showed me things that haven’t happened yet. The most awful things. I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire. Dead soldiers. And this… giant creature with… a gaping mouth. And this creature wasn’t alone. There were so many monsters. An army. And they were coming into Hawkins. Into our neighborhoods. Our homes. And then… he showed me my mom. And Holly. Mike. And they… They were all…” Nancy couldn’t continue as she started to break down. The group stares with sorrowful eyes, wanting to comfort the girl. 

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