IT WASN'T THE FIRST TIME THE PARTY GATHERED FOR A SLEEPOVER AT THE WHEELER'S BASEMENT. the place had seen them throughout various stages of their lives: from long and fervent d&d campaigns when they were children to urgent conversations about life-threatening dangers. the atmosphere has never felt like this before. defeated, terrified, lost. will is completely exhausted from days spent on the road chasing after jane, and somehow the idea of falling asleep is absurd. how could he sleep after everything that's happened? after watching the town he grew up in be completely destroyed? after his friend was taken away from him?
⋆ ˚ ࿔ let me out, please?
a rustling sound catches his attention. he stares as the figure moves through the shadows, the sound of quiet footsteps forcing him to throw the blanket off his body and follow. he knows it before he sees him: it's lucas. one of his best friends, the one who has arguably suffered the most out of all of them the past few days. the fact that he's still standing is impressive enough. ❛ lucas, ❜ will mutters softly, attempting to catch up and placing himself in front of him and the basement door. ❛ what are you doing? they said— it's not safe to go outside yet. ❜ not now that the gates are open and the military is flooding the town. ❛ we said we were gonna stay together tonight, i— can you stay? please. ❜
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