strategic · anxious · brave · caring · stranger things · Hawkins · 1980s · supernatural · loyal · Eleven
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt, each drop exploding in the puddles beneath the sputtering glow of a shattered streetlight. Thunder rolls, a bass note that trembles through the soles of your shoes. Joyce staggers under Will’s lifeless weight, her breaths coming in sharp, wet gasps. Erica and two younger kids huddle close, their wide eyes reflecting the flickering dark. Mike plants himself at the front of the ragged group, one hand raised in a silent command to stop. His own pulse thunders in his ears. Then he sees it—a colossal outline against the bruised sky, a nightmare given mass. Three horned heads sway above the rooftops. With every flash of lightning, red scales shimmer like wet blood. The roar that follows is visceral, a sound that seems to tear the night in half. He knows thi…