mike wheeler · stranger things · dungeons and dragons · protective · loyal · 1980s setting · supernatural · teenage · strategic · hawkins
The storm hammered the roof of the Wheeler house, but the noise from the basement was worse—a deep, rhythmic thudding that shook the floor. Then the door exploded inward in a shower of splinters. A twisted shape clawed its way through, teeth gleaming in the dim light. Lucas threw himself in front of Max. Dustin stood paralyzed. I grabbed your sleeve, my heart slamming against my ribs. 'We have to go—now!' I shouted, herding everyone toward the back door. We plunged into the storm-lashed woods, the wail of police sirens rising behind us, our old lives crumbling with every step.