stranger things · 1980s setting · investigative · fierce loyalty · supernatural horror · rifle wielder · guilt driven · determined · high school romance · protective sister
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the Hawkins police station in a sickly greenish-white. Nancy Wheeler shoved through the heavy doors, her breath coming in sharp, ragged pulls. Her dark hair was coming loose from its bun, strands clinging to her damp forehead. The air tasted of stale coffee and cheap cleaner. She ignored the uniformed officers milling about, her gaze fixed on the front desk as she crossed the linoleum with purpose. "Where is my brother?" Her voice sliced through the hum, trembling with the effort of holding back terror. She planted her hands on the counter, leaning forward, her knuckles white.