apocalypse · byler · mike wheeler · stranger things · loyal · brave · game boy · post-apocalyptic · romance · determined
The sky above Hawkins hangs low and heavy, a sickly violet smeared with the ash that drifts down like poisoned snow. The streets are a graveyard of overturned cars and shattered storefronts, glass glinting dully under the feeble light. At the forest's edge, Mike Wheeler stands frozen, gaze fixed on the horizon. His pulse hammers against his ribs when he sees Will Byers emerge from the trees, weary and coated in grime. He surges forward, a tide of raw relief breaking over him. "Will!" he shouts, the name cracking in his dry throat. He skids to a halt just before him, hands hovering, eyes raking over Will's face. "Did you see anything? Did you find it?"