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Chapter 62, Stopped Into A Church (Ep. 4: Sorcerer)
(Content warning: Brief mention of religion and implied crisis of faith)
Gwen hadn't been to the cemetery since 1986.
The faint memory of a gravestone returned to her when she first reunited with Hopper. Even without memories, her grief had remained and upon learning that he had been alive all this time became the gravity holding her steady. She presumed a father had been lost, but the universe decided to offer a second chance.
She refused to step foot into the cemetery again, but it appeared that fate had other plans. Even in the Upside Down, the burial ground remained just as haunting. Past the vines, overgrown terrain, and cracked gravestones, the spirits of the dead lingered as if they weren't trapped in another dimension.
Gwen looked out the window, still handcuffed and still focused on maintaining her control. She wondered how long it would be until they'd be able to return home, and if somehow this plan would help lead them to Holly. If this expedition turned out to have been for nothing, she would be beyond dismayed to say the least.
Driving at a calmer pace, but still at a reasonable speed, Steve kept a firm lookout on the monster running ahead. "Looks like our boy's taking us on a shortcut through Roane Cemetery."
"We're almost at the edge," Gwen pointed out. "Is there a chance this reaches other counties?"
Nancy sighed heavily, "We can only hope."
"Doesn't this thing ever get tired?" Jonathan grumbled, his patience starting to gradually fade through every passing second.
"Unfortunately, it looks like the opposite," Dustin said, but then noticed the numbers starting to decrease. "I think it's speeding up."
"Wait, what?" Steve glanced over at the tracker before pressing on the accelerator much harder.
Dustin raised his arm to spin the wheel, "I'm losing the signal."
"You've gotta be shitting me, man!"
"Can you go faster?" Nancy urged.
"Let's see," Steve gripped tightly onto the steering wheel as he pressed on both handles with his feet and took off at a high exceeding amount of speed. "Henderson, you've gotta talk to me. What do you got?"
Dustin fidgeted with the device, hoping to acquire a better signal. "I'm picking up an interference."
