Not Just Another Number

She's Alive!

Sarah's POV

I pull my hair out of my pony tail as I walk into the break room. I plop down on one of the small chairs as I pull at my arcade uniform sleeves. I swear, if I have to listen to another middle schooler try to flirt with me and try to use their Galaga score to impress me, I'm going to burn something.

I rub my eyes slowly. "Smmrmm." A muffled voice comes from my backpack. I put my hands on the table and raise an eyebrow. But the kids are doing another dnd campaign. None of them should be calling me for hours. Who's calling me? I reach over to my bag and unzip the main pocket.

I pull out my radio, hearing someone calling my name. "Sarah, come in." It's Hopper. What does he need?

"What's going on Hop?"

"You need to get over here immeadiately."

I stand up but I cross my arms slightly. "Why, what's going on?"

"I can't tell you until you get over here."

I roll my eyes and groan. "Chief, I'm at work right now, I can't just leave. And you haven't even told me where I need to go." I hear him sigh on the other end.

"It's about what happened last year. And meet me at the old cabin."

I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. "That creepy cabin in the woods? Are you planning on murdering me or something?" I ask.

"No, just get over here."

"Alright, I'll be there in five minutes maybe?" I hear him grunt in confirmation before ending the com. I pull the radio away and stare at it. I need to remember that he an call me on this thing. He's acting kinda weird though, I wonder what he needs.

I put the radio bak into my bg and zip it up. I walk out of the break room and try to walk out the door, but my coworker Keith stops me.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks, shoveling Cheetos into his mouth. I grimace at the sound of his chewing. "I'm going on my lunch." I reply curtly.

"Your lunch was five minutes ago."

I roll my eyes and glare at him. "Yeah, well I was a little preoccupied with working to go take my lunch. I'll still come back in time, don't worry." He grumbles something under his breath, but he leaves me alone. Weirdo.

I walk out of the arcade and over to my car. I open the door and throw my bag into the passenger seat. I start the car and pull out of the parking lot. I drive away from the arcade, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. It still has little indentions from when I burned it a little last year.

I turn on the radio, wanting some kind of background noise. Twised Sister's 'We're Not Gonna Take It' plays through the speakers.

I nod along to the song, liking the band. I slow down as I drive near the edge of the woods. I turn on a dirt road, slowly following the path. Quickly though, the path ends, stopping in front of thousands more trees. Guess I'll have to walk from here.

I sigh and turn off the car, leting Twisted Sister die out. I climb out of the car and lock it. I leave my bag in there as I shove my keys into my jean pockets.

I walk throught the woods, being mindful of all the roots peeking out of the ground. After a while of walking through the trees, only tripping on a few roots, I finally see the cabin.

Hopper's truck is next to it. What? Is there a path I missed? I groan and rub my face, accidently getting some dirt on my face. I walk up to the cabin, but stop between two trees. There's a wire between them. Did Hopper do this?