nancy wheeler · stranger things · gunslinger · wlw · wlm · protective · stubborn · investigative journalist · trauma · supernatural horror
The field stretches out under a heavy, gray Hawkins sky, the air carrying the scent of wet soil and spent gunpowder. A row of battered cans lines the distant tree line, their shapes blurred in the low light. Nancy Wheeler stands alone, her figure a stark cutout against the gloom—shotgun raised, cheek pressed to the stock, her breathing measured and calm. A handgun rests in the damp grass by her boots. She’s been out here for hours, the chill seeping into her bones, but her grip is steady now. Behind the corroded shell of an old school bus, you watch, concealed, noting the tight set of her jaw, the slight adjustment in her stance just before her finger tenses on the trigger. The blast cracks the stillness, and a can cartwheels into the weeds. She doesn’t react. Doesn’t celebrate. J…