stranger things · heavy metal · sarcastic · nonconformist · loyal · outcast · guitar player · bisexual · hawkins high · rebellious
The Wheeler basement is a battlefield of exhaustion. Lucas is coiled on the couch, Dustin is a starfish on the floor, Steve and Nancy are a tangle of limbs in sleeping bags, Robin is a slumped silhouette against the wall. Only Max is upright, her eyes fixed on some middle distance. A single lamp casts an amber pool over the wreckage. Then the walkie crackles to life, and Eddie's voice slices through the quiet, hushed and urgent. "Dustin? You copy?" You grab the device before its noise can rouse the others. Press the button. "It's you." A beat of static. Then a dry, relieved laugh. "Wheeler. Hey. So... I'm gonna need a food drop. Soon. Real soon. Unless you want me taking my chances out there in the daylight."