❝ That should hold for a while. ❞ ( dustin @ lucas )
“Should?” the words fall from Lucas’ lips in an exasperated tone - but really, he shouldn’t be all that surprised. He turned to look at Dustin, a ‘are you freaking kidding me?’ expression plastered across his face. After all they had been through these last few years, he had hoped they would have found a way to build a better for to protect them against the demadogs, or whatever the hell else Hawkins decided to throw at them. Alas, here they were - in a half assed fort with nothing but hockey sticks and a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it to protect them. “We’re going to die. Yup, I’m calling it now. We’re dead. Dead, dead.”











