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Chapter 47, Dark Waters (Ep. 6: The Dive)
"Dustin, can you please slow down?!"
Running around the forest in the pitch darkness was not something Gwen would have willingly chosen. It was hard seeing ahead without some form of lighting and even then, flashlights could only offer so much. She was focusing on not tripping over her own feet and making sure no one fell behind all while running after her brother, who was adamant on following his wonky compass.
"I think we're getting close," Dustin informed them, and shoved past a few branches toward the shore of Lover's Lake.
Eddie held a protective arm in front to prevent him from getting closer, "Watch your step, big guy."
"Lover's Lake? Really?" Gwen felt her heart sink as she arrived to the shore. Being present at the place where Patrick died felt terribly wrong and given the fact that the compass brought them here, it definitely worsened the circumstances.
Steve sighed heavily and lay a gentle hand on her shoulder, "You gotta be shitting me."
"I thought these woods seemed familiar," Eddie commented.
Dustin nodded, "This is confounding."
"There's a gate in Lover's Lake?" Max asked.
"From the looks of it, it's very probable," Gwen rested against one of the nearby trees and stared aimlessly at the darkness ahead.
She had been to Lover's Lake many times with Steve and she never paid any attention to how sinister it looked at night. It never occurred to her to view the lake as anything but relaxing and beautiful.
(At least until now.)
"Whenever the demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening," Nancy pointed out as she gazed into the dark waters ahead. "Maybe Vecna's the same way."
"So... the Mind Flayer wasn't the only monster?" Daphne ran a hand through her hair as she recalled last summer and how terrified she had been. If there were more monsters out there, she was officially deciding to leave this town once this was over. "What has life become?"
Gwen faintly nodded, "And demo dogs."
The scar on her arm and upper chest would always be a reminder of the worst days of her life. Not with all the years having passed would she forget, because it wasn't like many say. Time didn't heal all wounds. In fact, it worsened it.
Daphne's eyes widened in disbelief. Even more when seeing how calm everyone was about this. She began pacing all around, her feet toppling against the other and mind running a mile a minute. Somewhere along the way, she found refuge against the nearest tree and rested against it.
But then, the sound of rustling was heard.
"What is that?!" Daphne nearly jumped back, jabbing a finger into the dark forest. "Who the hell is out there?!"
