𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:
A Fucking Hive Mind
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"Unbelievable! We leave her with you for a day, a day, and she's.. she's.." Mike snapped, glaring at Steve as he paced back and forth in the living room. "Well look at her! She was bleeding everywhere! How did you let this happen? Why?"

Steve sighed, feeling guilt spread from his heart through out his body. He didn't mean for Ramona to get hurt, especially not as much as she did. As much as he swore up and down, left and right, that he almost hated the girl, she wasn't actually that bad.

"Little man, you need to chillax. I'm fine." Ramona groaned, rollling her eyes. "You're making me dizzy just by looking at you!"

Mike huffed, stopping in his place and glancing at Ramona. "Fine!"

"I don't know how many people are left alive!" Hopper snapped, "I am the police! Chief Jim Hopper!"

Ramona yawned, walking over and standing beside Steve. "You think they'll find us?"

Steve glanced down at her, "I-I don't know."

Ramona grunted, rubbing her eyes as she subconsciously pulled on the tied fabric around her arm. "I better not see another one of those.. estúpidas perras de culo.."

"We'll see?" Mike snapped, drawing Ramona's attention away from Steve, "We can't just sit here while those things are loose!"

"We stay here, and we wait for help." Hopper said sternly. Mike scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he leaned back in the chair.

"Wait for help my ass." Ramona muttered, "I'm fucking hungry, I'm tired, and I'm probably jobless.."

Steve sighed, "Hey, I heard they're opening a mall up or something.. Sometime this summer, I think."

"Shit, that's cool." Ramona nodded, "Maybe you can finally get yourself a job, Harrington."

"Oh, whatever, García." Steve scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the corner of the counter, his eyes trained on her.

Ramona laughed, licking her teeth as she tapped her foot against the floor. "Still hungry as shit, though."

Steve nodded in agreement, "After all this is over we can get somethin' to eat."

"Oh, fuck yeah.." Ramona mumbled quietly, watching as Mike got up and picked a small blue box off of the stack of books in the living room. He looked down at it, a solemn expression crossing his face.

"Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?" Mike said slowly, running his thumb along the corners of the box. Ramona sighed sadly, pushing herself off of the sink.

"Really?" Lucas knitted his eyebrows together.

Mike nodded, "He petitioned the school to start it and everything. Then he had a fund-raiser for the equipment.. Mr. Clarke learned everything from him."

"Mr. Clarke was my favorite teacher." Ramona said, stretching out her back.

"Pretty awesome, right?" Dustin and Lucas nodded in agreement as Mike placed the blue box in the center of the table. "We can't let him die in vain."