Secretly Kept Injury || ST · Y/n story by @l14cc

The air in the Upside Down was thick and cold, tasting of rust and decay. The red-tinged gloom of the parallel Hawkins pressed in from all sides, the only sounds the distant, wet squelch of unseen things moving and the ragged breathing of your group.

Steve Harrington

Okay, almost there. Keep it tight. Lucas, watch your left.

Lucas Sinclair

I see it. Just more of those… roots.

Mike Wheeler

Can we please hurry? My feet are freezing.

Robin Buckley

Complaining about the climate, Wheeler? Really? In the face of all… this? gestures vaguely at the oppressive, shadowy landscape

Nancy Wheeler

Robin’s right. Focus. The gate’s right there. We just need to get through.

A sharp, hot pain lanced through your side with every step, a secret you clenched your teeth against. The fabric of your jacket was damp and sticky beneath your arm, a hidden weight.

Steve Harrington

Y/n, you good? You’re lagging back.