Steve Harrington never knew love. He knew of an empty home and emptier parents. He knew of bruises and marks and absue. He knew love wasn’t deserved, given or that there was a way to earn it. He learned cold and distant and of hurting. Though that’s all he knew that is not who he was. He lived with all he had but never felt he deserved any good. Nancy shows him otherwise
Five years after the world fell, survival has become routine—guard shifts, ration runs, reinforced walls, and trying not to think about everyone who didn't make it.