CARLA CONTACTED DUSTIN AS THEY LEFT THE LIBRARY TO FIND OUT THE OTHERS WERE AT HAWKINS HIGH.
Why? Carla wasn't exactly sure. Dustin had said something about illegally breaking and entering into the school to steal files, but the Wheeler didn't question. Whatever they were doing was probably necessary.
"Do we know where they are?" Nancy said as the three girls got out of the car. She grabbed the spare flashlight she kept in the glove box.
Carla recalls Dustin's brief words, none of which held where they were in the building. His words were rather helpful, truly. "No, just that they were looking for files. Probably on Chrissy and Fred?"
"Great." Robin huffs, looking in the doors. The school was pitch black given it was a Sunday and night—she's sure Dustin, Lucas, Steve, and Max want to get caught breaking and entering a building.
Carla heads for the doors and puts her hand on the handle. "We can split up. We'll find them faster that way." She holds up her walkie. "I'll update from Dustin's walkie if I find them."
"Okay." Nancy agrees.
With a nod, the three girls split up, each heading in different directions. Carla moves cautiously through the dark hallways, her sister having taken the flashlight. She scans into classrooms looking for one of her friends. The silence is eerie, but what hadn't been eerie the past day?
Certainly not that man at the library.
Despite it having happened hours ago, Carla can't shake the weird feeling she got from him. The way he had stared at her so intently.....it was fucking creepy. Yet, then again, maybe Carla just couldn't take a nice gesture after everything that had happened. Maybe he was trying to be friendly, and she made it seem weird.
With Vecna on the loose, everything seemed more tense than it was to Carla.
But, Carla didn't even recognize the man. Many of the people who came to the library were the same recurring faces, and Hawkins wasn't a big town in general. The Wheeler knew many names and faces, yet she had no clue who the suited man was, nor had she ever seen him inside the library looking at books or in the basement archives. Never.
The Wheeler shakes her head, trying to focus on finding her friends instead of the man. He was probably just a new guy in town. Nothing more, nothing less.
Tick.
Carla suddenly hears it.
A ticking sound starts to echo through the hallways—the sound of a clock, counting down. Her brows furrowed together, because there wasn't a clock so loud in Hawkins High.
Carla stops walking as she listens intently, the rhythmic sound growing louder and more insistent. It feels like it's coming from inside her head, an oppressive beat that drowns out everything else.
Ignore it. Find your friends.
She picks up her pace again, trying to tune out the ticking. Her brain was just playing tricks on her again. There wasn't a clock ticking. She was sleep deprived. She needed more medicine, for sure—
Carla turns down a hallway and sees the clock.
It's a giant grandfather clock, stuck inside the walls. The painted bricks around the clock are cracked.
What the fuck?
However, Carla can't even begin to try and worry about the clock when she finally focuses in on the redhead standing in front of it. Max Mayfield.
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