as hawkins falls // max mayfield

57: The War Zone

Fifty-seven: The War Zone

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"Check this out. The war zone."

Everyone crowded around the table, looking at the book Eddie had placed down. He pointed to a small section on the paper advertising a store named "The War Zone."

"I've been there once. It's huge. They got everything you need for, uh…" he struggled to find a good way to word it. "Well, uh, killing things. Basically."

"Do you think fake Rambo has enough guns there?" Robin asked. She then pointed to the image of a man, a small explosive in hand. "Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?" She looked back up at the group.

"Well, lucky for us it is, so… thi- this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins," Eddie informed them, getting back on the topic at hand. "As long we steer clear of the main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops, and uh… angry hicks."

"If we're trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn't go to some store called The War Zone," Erica piped up, the usual sass in her tone. Y/n nodded in agreement. "Yeah, this place kinda screams 'angry hick' dude."

"Normally, I'd agree, but we need the weapons, so I think its worth the risk," Nancy replied, standing straight. Lucas looked around at the group. "Me too," he sighed.

"Yeah, but is it worth the time?" Dustin questioned. "It'll take all day to bike there and back."

"Who said anything about bikes?" Eddie immediately tested, making Y/n raise a brow. "How do you expect to get there?"

"Yeah, you got some sorta car we don't know about?" Steve wondered.

"Well, it's not exactly a car, Steve. And it's not exactly mine, but, uh… it'll do," his face was mischievous, and Y/n wasn't so sure she liked the plan, even though she didn't know it yet. Eddie whipped around. "Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask? Or a bandana? Something like that?"

After a moment, Max cocked a brow before heading into her room, Y/n following with the sudden curiosity on what kind of mask she had.

As Max sifted through an old box, a small grin reached Y/n's face as she got an idea of what Max was looking for.

There's no way.

!!!

Eddie's head poked out from behind the trailer, and Y/n only tried even harder not to laugh at the sight of the boy in the Michael Myers mask Max had worn two years ago.

They followed him as he ran around to another trailer, sliding open the window. One by one they all climbed through the open window until they were all in the car. Y/n heard Steve, Eddie, and Robin speaking in the front, but she couldn't bother to listen until she heard the engine roar. Her heart raced with adrenaline when she heard the angry shouts of the car's owners as they pounded on the walls.

"Go, Eddie, go! Drive!" Y/n panicked, her eyes glued to the man shouting through the window.

"Everybody hang on to something!" Steve yelled from the driver's seat he had taken, Y/n immediately grabbing the seat behind her and Max's hand.

Rushed forward, the things inside of it tumbling off tables and around the floors.

"Shit, they look pissed!" Dustin exclaimed from beside Y/n, looking out the back window at the owners of the vehicle. Y/n followed his gaze, seeing their faces twisted in rage.

"I mean, it's not every day you lose your house and your car in one fowl swoop," Robin said, and a small pang of guilt hit Y/n. "Well, now I feel bad."

They took a sharp turn, almost sending Y/n toppling over Dustin, but the girl managing to hold on.