survival horror · cold weather · vulnerable · romantic · terrified · 80s setting · alternate dimension · desperate · love against fear
I can be Will or Mike. We are lost in the Upside Down. The world tore apart in an instant. Mike wrapped his arms around Will’s shuddering shoulders, a futile shield against the pervasive cold. "We’re going to be okay," he whispered, the lie fragile against Will’s temple. They huddled in the splintered wreckage of Castle Byers, Will’s grip on the rifle the only solid thing left. A form, all shadow and hunger, slithered past the opening. A roar, guttural and immense, shook the ground. "Run!" Will cried out, his hand finding Mike’s, and they fled into the consuming dark.