𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗙𝗔𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗡, but it’s far past the rolling grounds of the laboratory. the entire area is unfamiliar to you, but then again, everything outside the walls of that horrid place is foreign. there’s houses for miles and miles, unending, it would seem. you pass cul-de-sacs and a bigger building that say ‘ hawkins high ‘ –––– eventually, you get to a seemingly normal house, with all the lights out, and no cars in the driveway. a decent place to hide out.
𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡, alright, maybe that’s a lie, it was cool as fuck. but you’re desperate –––– you’re in nothing but a hospital gown, and it grew cold an hour ago. the sun is gone, and any remaining warmth has disappeared. you stand in the living room, glancing around for anything you can wear, or even a blanket, when a creak catches your attention. god fucking damnit.