mike wheeler
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"oh my fucking god!",
lucas screams as we continue running past building after building, trying not to trip over the roots from the trees.
i'd say the same but i'm already way out of breath, my body not catching up to my feet as i feel myself getting light headed.
"mike! over here!" lucas calls, and i'm suddenly dragged to the side, the four legged monster running straight past us.
i lean on a wall, covered by green vines as i catch my breath. "this shit is insane," lucas says, panting.
"no fucking shit!," i yell. we're in hawkins, but what use to be hawkins is covered in grass, and trees, and vines. large, demogorgan like monsters roam the place, feeding on each other and spawning everywhere.
and it's absolutely terrifying.
we've been here for two whole days, with only 5 hours of sleep before we heard dustin on the radio, waking up, disturbing a nearby monster.
all that runs through my mind is how to get home. get home, and not run all-day and night and sleep in a warm bed instead of snuggling up to lucas for the tiniest bit of heat.
get home, and cuddle my girlfriend, el.
but, all of our plans failed miserably.
we tried searching hawkins lab, but it was completely hopeless, all the equipment gone and the few open gates being fully sealed over by vines and some sort of slime.
we tried to kill a monster, but only blinded one in two eyes with lucas's wrist rocket.
we nearly died both times.
currently, it was night. lucas rested his head on my shoulder, and we shared an oversized jacket that would be even too big to fit hopper. it kept us warm for the time being.
the weather was strange in this version of hawkins. it was incredibly warm during the day, and one time actually snowed during the night, only to evaporate the very next day.
we found shelter in a nearby laundry place, hiding out in the money vault, what was completely empty. we locked the large metal door and called it a night. lucas found an old backpag in the library, and i found a few guns in hopper's old cabin.
we had stolen three sleeping bags from a stranger's house, a few carrots from my own house and a few bottles of water from will's house.
it completely sucked that we had resorted to hiding and stocking up items, because maybe that was our way of giving up of getting out of this stupid place.
but right now, it's warm, and that's all i can focus on as we lay out heads on the extra sleeping bag and large jacket.
i hope that el isn't worrying too much.
will byers
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"when is mike coming over?"
"what?"
i furrow my eyebrows. "when is mike coming over? it's been a week since i've last saw him."
