She's running, but she doesn't know where she's going. She doesn't know where this forest stops or where it ends, and she's pretty sure at this point that it never ends. She's been running for far too long, from what she doesn't know exactly, but it feels like something is staring right at her back. Something evil, something smart like the Mind Flayer, but fast like the Demogorgon.
It doesn't help that she's lost sight of the one person she had recognized in this forest. She had lost Steve somewhere along the way in this long, dark forest, and she hadn't been able to find him again. She knew she wasn't responsible for the boy, far from it, but having him at her side brought at least a little comfort to her.
Now, she was full out panicking, notebook digging into her hip a bit with each movement of her leg, almost falling over multiple times as she stumbles over different branches littering the ground.
Finally, she does fall on an upturned root, slamming into the ground and getting more mud on her as she gives a surprised shout.
Still, it's somewhat of a soft landing, only a few bruises here and there, and it finally gives her the time to realize that there was something in the distance as she struggled back to her feet. A giant light in the distance that looked like a... Was that a fire? It also had an outline beside it. A human shaped one...
She doesn't think. Doesn't hesitate. She's too tired and scared to. She quickly runs into the direction of the fire, cupping one hand over her mouth as she shouted at the human shaped outline, "Hello! Someone help me! Please!"
Post by Dwight Fairfield on Feb 13, 2020 10:55:56 GMT
Another cold day alone at the campfire. Dwight would sigh softly as he sat in front of the flame that crackled and torched the unending pile of wood. His fingers squeezed at his biceps, fingers running over his skin and even the edge of his sleeves. It was so quiet lately, he hadn't ran into anyone either. He would often find himself alone, despite the title he owned. Leaning against the log, he would bring his knee's up to his chest, hugging himself and thinking about sweet nothings. The flames reflect against his glasses, just the rising red to yellow hue, endless.
Something was off though, it was far too quiet. Usually someone came back from a trial at this point, and he doubts that most of the closed off survivors would spend their time roaming the realm. He still hadn't fully grasped the idea of traveling to other places.. why would he? He only had one person to visit and other's would find themselves around him, at least he thought so. He sighed, shaking his head at his thoughts before hearing a screech. His head immediately flew up in confusion, Dwight pushing himself up and looking around in confusion. What-- no, who was that?
Dwight would take a step over the log he found himself too familiar with, making his way towards the edge of the camp fire before squinting his eyes behind his glasses. A figure, someone who seemed small, fragile almost making her way towards him and the fire lit behind him. She was calling him, shouting in panic and Dwight's immediate reaction is to make his way over to her. He would wave back, frowning at the sight of another new face. Fuck. Who did you bring this time, Entity? She seemed so young, so full of life and confused.. why was she here? Dwight would shake his head, meeting Nancy half way and offering his held up arms to soothe her.
"Hey, hey.. it's okay. Follow me to the Campfire. My names Dwight.. and yours is?" He asked, making sure to lead her to the flame with his head peaked over his shoulder in hopes that she would trust him enough to follow. As they settled back where most would rest, Dwight offered her a place to sit, a log or a patch of dirt really, before turning away for a moment and bringing his fingers up to bite at the ends of his nails. Fuck. He'd gulp his spit, turning towards her and offering a weak smile. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions.. so.. is there anything you want to know?" He asks with a soft tone to his voice. How could he tell her the truth? The truth of their inevitable demise and inability to escape?
She finally seems to calm down a bit at the appearance of someone that looks and sounds normal, her run slowly turning from a sprint to a slow jog, and then finally stopping once she is in front of the man.
Despite his comforting words and how nice he seemed, something about this interaction seems a bit... Off to her. He's acting way too normal for being in this situation. Like he's done this time and time again, and that she's not the first to run into him like this in this dark, endless forest.
Yet she has no reason to not trust him, at least not yet. There was also the added fact that he was willing to answer her questions...
So she followed his lead, answering his own question as she sat down on the log he motioned to, arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to keep herself calm. "... Nancy. My name is Nancy."
She doesn't expect Dwight to recognize her name. The only people who would are powerful government officials that would recognize it from the documents on the Upside Down, and this man... Dwight was it? Didn't seem like the government type.
Nancy looks around the forest again, and is unable to see anything past the trees. Everything seemed to have gotten darker the closer she got to this campfire. It kind of reminded her of the Upside Down... At least with the weirdness aspect of it.
"... Where are we?" Her gaze lands back onto the man in front of her, and despite how panicked she felt, there was a curious, determined glint in her eyes. If there was one thing that remained true about her, it was that she was determined to find out something once she set her mind on it. "This isn't Hawkins, Indiana. Are we in the Upside Down?"
Post by Dwight Fairfield on Feb 24, 2020 10:25:52 GMT
"Nancy... It's.. It's nice to meet you Nancy." He would offer that somber smile of his, eyes unable to hide the pain as he was introduced to yet another trapped soul. As the pair made their way back to the fire, Dwight would offer her a seat, possibly on the log or against it. Maybe she'd fancy the tree stump, or just the dead leaves that scattered and decorated the floor. Dwight would stand in front of the fire for a moment before answering, debating on what and how much to tell her.. but she was lucky. She didn't spawn in the Trials, she spawned here where some sort of peace was available.
"Well.. currently, you're here at the Campfire. But.. if you want the full answer. this is.. we Survivors.. call it the Entity's Realm." He would reply before turning to face her. He'd have to carefully piece this information as cohesive as possible, so his sentences may come off as fragmented. Allowing himself to look down for a moment, he would withdraw his lenses, lifting his shirt to clean any of those useless smudges before re-positioning them atop the bridge of his nose. He would tilt his head a bit as Nancy's questions, unsure of what the "Upside Down" was and he'd answer with a shake of his head.
"I'm not too sure what that is, but, if you're here... and that place means something to you, than chances are it's come with you. There's a lot of things to fill you in on.. This place is sort of.. an endless maze. I've been here for.. well.. I was one of the first people here. I'm not too sure how much time has passed since I've been here." Dwight would admit, rather damaged at his truth. "Uh.." He would allow the information to be passed out, shaking his head and lifting an arm to scratch at the back of his head. "But.. this place is sort of a Hell." He would reveal, bringing a palm up to his forehead and softly rubbing across it before shaking his head. How else do you explain it? A purgatory? And unending nightmare?
"Survivors..." She mouths the word. It feels weird on her tongue, yet it fit just right all the same. Didn't it fit her? She'd brushed by death so many times already at this point that she'd forgotten time and time again that she could die.
Yet was it to the point that she was essentially forced into that role against her will? Was that really how bad things have gotten?
She hadn't said anything else until Dwight had brought up the idea of the Upside Down following her here. All the color drains from her face, and fear completely fills it as she stared at the fire. "... Fuck... Of course it does..." Why wouldn't it? It's terrorized her life for so long already. Did that mean that any of the creatures within were here? God, what if it brought the Mind Flayer? There was no Eleven to help them now.
At least if it was here, terrorizing the people here with herself and Steve included, because then everyone in Hawkins was safe. As long as that were true, then she was a bit content with being trapped here...
With that thought, the color seems to return to her face, yet she's still hugging herself. Either it's a way to keep warm, or some sort of coping mechanism, regardless she's a bit calmer. "... So we're stuck in this 'hell'..."
She doesn't remember dying, and there are no blanks to fill... So she must have gotten dragged into some sort of alternate dimension. Again. God dammit.
Nancy gives a frustrated sigh at that thought. Why couldn't she just have a normal life..? Yet she seems more accepting of the idea. After all, she's faced just as crazy things in the past, so this was kind of believable. "What exactly are we supposed to be surviving..? I haven't seen any demons or fiery pits of hell, just a lot of trees."
Post by Dwight Fairfield on Feb 26, 2020 12:50:13 GMT
Dwight would walk over to her, allowing himself to find himself squatting before shifting and placing his back against the log he favored. He would stare into the endless flame, allowing his glasses to glimmer for a moment before he looks down and allows himself to sigh. Maybe he told her too much at first... he constantly questioned whether or not he should share the entire truth or only glimpses of it. Should he inform her of everything that happened here? Maybe prepare her for what's to come or slowly explain? Giving her piece by piece of information? No matter the answer, and despite how many survivors he was forced to welcome, this didn't get any easier.
He would allow himself to reach up, palm caressing the nape of his neck before turning his head to the side. He would look at her for a moment, allowing himself to offer some sort of a smile. Clearly, his spirit was broken, but that didn't stop him from attempting to bring the other's together. "To some? Nightmares. Other's? Their worst fears. Death, and it's many faces." He would answer before shaking his head. He could remember each Mori. Each fatal stab, slice, bludgeon. He would place the same hand over his heart, letting out a soft sigh in attempt to keep himself calm. His heartbeat was at an average speed, but just the thought of this endless cycle of cat and mouse would be enough to rile up anyone.
"There was never an easy way to do this. I feel like each time I greet a new face, the harder it gets." He would explain, reflecting on his own failures as a Leader. He would reach up pulling his cap off and pushing back those onyx locks of his before returning the cap to it's previous position. He would allow his dark hues to fall upon his hands, curling his fingers in and eyeing each bite and nibble that damaged his hands. "There are others.. the one's who chase us. The simplest way to name them is to call them what they are. Killers." He would state with the loss of his smile. There was no twinkle in his eyes, just empty for that moment. He would allow himself to shift his attention, eyes falling upon Nancy only for a moment to study her reaction. He would eventually look away, staring at the fire once more. "They're who we run from." He would answer and lean his head back. He would look up into the endless sky, how was any of this suppose to make sense?
Despite how unbelievable it all sounded, it seemed that Nancy was relatively calm about it. Emotions seem to dance around in her eyes as she stared at the campfire in thought, almost like a frightful masquerade.
Yet that was Nancy Wheeler. Even in the worst of situations, she usually finds herself being the calm one. Even when trapped in the Upside Down or investigating something awful, she didn't allow her emotions to get in the way until the very end.
She does catch the way the other talks though. The way the light leaves his eyes, how hopeless he sounded. "... How long have you been trapped here?" She can't imagine being here for that long. Maybe a few hours at the most, but with how the other sounded it was like he had been trapped here for years.
God, if it really did take that long, then when would her family start looking for her? Would they even be able to? Or would she be like Barb, where the government kept her disappearance hushed?
Would she end up dying then? How would she die? He had said killers, as in multiple, so that must mean that every monster here isn't from the Upside Down. What would do her in? Actually...
"... Wait, how many other survivors are there? I came here with a friend, but you make it sound like there's more than three people here..." If that's the case, then this was worse than she thought. There's a determined glint in her eyes now, hardened by experience in her past. If there were more people, she would work to help them survive.
Post by Dwight Fairfield on Mar 11, 2020 12:46:39 GMT
That question would only cause the leader to release a soft chuckle. He would reach his hand up, rubbing the back of his neck to soothe himself in that moment. He had to think about his answer, questioning how many trials he's been forced to endure or how many friendships slowly developed over time. No matter what he asked himself, he always came to the same conclusion. He would allow his lips to part, eyes wondering over at the younger female before shaking his head slowly, side to side. "I don't know. I've lost count of days. It's probably been.." He wanted to continue the thought, to answer honestly with years but, he wouldn't rob Nancy of any hope that she had. Who knows, maybe it'd be different this time around... but how many times has he said that about previous new faces?
He would listen to her the moment she asked Dwight about her friend, but from what he saw Nancy was the only one in his vicinity. He would shake his head, offering a soft frown as he recalls those who come to mind first. He didn't have to say specifics, but most would know who to assume who his first thought was. He would look up at that autumn sky above the pair, allowing himself to inhale before proceeding to exhale. "I would say... there's about.. almost 20? Maybe a little less than that." He would answer with his eyes falling back upon the smaller girl.
He caught the glimpse of determination in her eyes, the way she had the hope that he once had, and in a way, he envied her. He could see himself within her, but she was far more brave despite her build and age. He would keep his words to himself this time, not wanting to immediately bring the situation to light. He would allow himself to envelop his frame into his arms, averting his gaze just for a moment as he stared into that familiar flame. "You seem like... you're unfazed by this. Why is that?" He asks with a bit of curiosity in his tone.
While it does worry her how vaguely he answers her question, she was more worried about how she hasn't heard stuff like this before, and how so many people are already gone but she hasn't heard a single thing about any of it. No news reports of missing people, no name drops like Dwight's. Nothing, just radio silence. So either she has't read any newspapers or watched the News lately, or someone was trying to keep this all hush hush... That worried her more than how long they were being trapped here for.
She narrowed her eyes in thought as she stared into the campfire, one arm crossed against her chest while the other was placed on her chin. Who could be hiding all of this? The Lab? No, she was sure that had been shut down, one hundred percent. Run by new membership and everything. The Russians? She thought that most of them had been taken care of at this point, but she still had her worries and fail safes for them...
Either way, she feels like she was going to be screwed over for a very, very long time. Oh well, at least she had other people to work with. From what she heard, when Eleven had been kidnapped and experimented on, for most of her life she had no one. Now, she had at least Twenty other people to meet. Twenty others to cooperate and talk to so she won't go insane. And she even had Steve. While Steve was... Steve, at least she knew him.
She's flinches at the sudden question, blinking a few times before she turns to the other man.
At first, she's hesitant to answer, but then she remembers what Dwight said, about how certain 'important' parts of her life could follow her here...
"... I would say that you're probably not going to believe me, but it sounds like you're stuck in a situation that seems so out there... So I think this will be important." She takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes to collect her thoughts for a moment, before she finally speaks. "... You know how I mentioned something called the "Upside Down"? It's like... It's like another dimension, where these awful monsters come out through these portals made by a branch of the government... And they do... Well, whatever monsters do, kill things. My friends and I constantly keep running into whatever pops out of those portals..."
That's when she remembers something. It takes her a moment, but she digs through a bag at her side before finally withdrawing a somewhat worn notebook. She flips through a few pages, but eventually she gets to the right one.
She holds up the notebook to show the other a drawing of the Demogorgon she had made before she had been dragged into this realm, about a year or so ago, when she was still awkwardly dating Steve. It was drawn in extreme detail, thanks to how she saw it in her nightmares every night then, its flowered mouth open wide as its clawed hands reach forward. "We called it the Demogorgon. Would you believe me if I told you this wasn't even the scariest thing that lived there?"
Then, she holds up a finger, her eyes narrowed just a bit. "I'm supposed to keep quiet about this, but I only bring this up because there's a possibility we may see the Demogorgon here... If it's not here though, I don't want you saying a word of this to anyone. It could get people killed, understand?"
Post by Dwight Fairfield on Mar 26, 2020 8:00:36 GMT
Dwight would shift himself for a moment, allowing himself to face Nancy to grant her the audience as she spoke of something that seemed so.. out of this world. If she was talking to the Dwight who was once a regular Officer Worker, previous Pizza delivery boy, he would have thought she was far gone... but those days were long gone. The Leader would nod his head, following along with each word that accompanied the next. Hand gliding through the whispering air and cupping his own chin as he attempts to follow the story. So.. She comes from a place that is tormented by these Monsters from the Upside-Down? Produced by the Government? He would wince at the sound of it. He would allow a frown to make it's way across his visage, shaking his head before crossing his arms against his chest and allowing himself to lean back. "That's.. almost unbelievable, but seeing as where I'm at.. where we're at, it's something I can understand."
The next thing he knew, Nancy was interrupting herself to shove her hands into that small bag of hers. She was fishing for something, clearly determined to find whatever it was that she wanted to share with the male before her. He would allow an eyebrow to raise in confusion as she pulls out this notepad, pages flipping through the flowing wind at her command until she finds exactly what she was looking for. Dwight would lift his hand, adjusting his glasses for a moment and leaning forward to identify a.. sketch of some sort of being? That.. that was something she encountered out in her world? Dwight's eyes would widen before clearing his throat and raising a hand to scratch at the side of his scalp. He wasn't too sure what he was looking at, but this.. creature looked haunted, like it came straight out of someones nightmares, the way it's teeth hid beneath that blossom shaped mouth. He would cringe at the sight, before returning his attention to Nancy.
According to her, this wasn't the worst of it, but it wasn't like anything Dwight had ever seen, even here. Most of the Killers were human's beneath the mask.. but this? This was just an amalgamation of horror. "You know, yeah, I would. Just seeing the way this thing right here was penciled in.. the detail in the drawing, it's.." He began to think for a moment, a bit worried on if this creature that was detailed in the drawing before him is what followed this girl here. It wasn't too long before she began to piece it together too. She was adept, already fitting the pieces of the puzzle together faster than most. As she began to protest, lifting her finger and sharing that it was confidential. Dwight would offer a soft smile, lifting his hand and offering a pinky as she finished speaking. "Alright. If this.. Demer..Demo.. Demogorgon..? Whatever it is, isn't here, then it stays between us. Pinky Promise." He would offer to Nancy in attempt to befriend her. Though it was a bit worrisome, only time would tell and give the pair the answer they seek.
Nancy can't help but give a light laugh at his remark. "You're telling me. It took awhile for me to start believing. It took a few blurry pictures of that monster before I was convinced..."
Convinced that it wasn't a bear that had stolen away her friend in the woods. That what had happened to her friend must have been painful, excruciating even. She had never seen her friend's corpse, only heard through the mouth of a barely literate pre-teen about the state her friend's corpse was in...
She feels her hands clench tighter onto the notebook, knuckles almost turning white as she places the notebook back onto her lap. Dammit. God fucking dammit. If that damn creature did follow her here, she'd make it pay for what it did. Even if it wasn't the original demogorgon that had killed her friend, all of those creatures deserved to die for the lives they can and will steal away.
Yet she is at least a bit reassured by the other's words. At least she wouldn't be wasting time convincing him, and his smile did reassure her just a bit... She can't even help but give a small smile of her own as she returned the man's pinky promise. It may feel a bit childish, but she does appreciate the gesture. "Thank you... Hopefully, it's not actually here. And if it is, it's at least following some rules now..."
She then pauses as a thought crosses her mind, lowering her arms back across her chest as she stared off to the side in thought for a moment. "... Or that it's not the Mind Flayer. That would be much worse, but I don't think that'll happen after Starcourt..."
After all, it needed a human host to exist outside of the Upside Down, and given how small the potential pool of victims were here, she doubted it had the chance to slip through...
That's when she realized that she could have potentially been rambling, an embarrassed blush crossing her face as she shook her head. "B-But that's only a possibility... Is there anything important I should know about? Anything to look out for..?"
Post by Dwight Fairfield on May 31, 2020 10:39:41 GMT
Yes, a pinky promise was childish to some, but for others it meant their word. The value behind their beliefs and even ways. Although Dwight never really had the chance to meet souls that respected him enough to value his word outside of this place, that didn't mean he couldn't continue to be a beacon of some sort for his fellow survivors. His word would be true. What he says has meaning behind it, and he wanted to value the others. He would never do what Lazar did. Abandon his own, cast them off as if they were nothing. A slight squeeze was given to the pinky promise before Dwight withdrew his hand and averted his eyes. Even to this day he would ponder if the outcome would be different if he just didn't listen to that asshole of a boss. He his mind digresses.
Dwight would look over as Nancy ponders for a moment, thinking of other horror story options that might follow her here. Of course he'd allow her to gather her thoughts, prematurely cutting herself off resorted in a soft chuckle from Dwight. She thought out loud. Leaning back to relax himself, Dwight would bring a hand up and slightly push a few strands of hair back only for them to fall back into place. "Well.. there's a few things. For one, you might not want to think out loud when you're near a killer." He offers as a slight joking tease. Ah, so Dwight was capable of quips. Teasing like that was a good way to.. make friends, right? He would laugh softly before shrugging his shoulders and crossing his arms against his chest.
"Well.. there's a lot actually. I don't want to sound like a book or anything but.." He gathers his advice and taps himself along his chin. What would be useful advice? Anything could be helpful depending on what is given. "Well, you'll learn as you go at first. The thing I can possibly offer is.. mind your volume. Killers always tend to come up to you whenever you are noisy. There are these things called Generators. Big red engines, those are the things we have to power up by fixing while in trials. Trials are what we're summoned to, by the Entity. No one has ever seen who's behind this but.. we know the Entity is responsible for us being here. And if we get caught and land on a hook, or linger after the exit gates are open, the Entity calls down these.. sort of like claws? Those are what get us in the end. Totems too, are important. They're these little bones and skull stacked. Whenever you see them, take it out immediately." He would offer his advice, letting out a soft sigh as he taps his own cheek. Was that enough? Sufficient advice to go off of? "Most importantly, keep an eye out for friends. Our teammates are usually the reason we're still alive and kicking in the end. Do right by them and.. sometimes they'll do right by you, depending on who it is."
Her embarrassment only grew at his words, curling in on herself a bit as her embarrassed blush got worse, looking away as a choked, flustered laugh left her mouth. "Y-Yeah, probably. I'm sorry. I'm usually not like this, it's just that this situation is very..." She ponders on the words for a moment. It's not horrifying to her, not quite yet, but that's mainly because she's only been her for a few minutes at most. She had yet to face the actual horrors of this place. That, and after experiencing the Upside Down, it feels like nothing could truly horrify her, only serve to frustrate her. "... It's new." And that was the simplest way to put it. She even forces another chuckle as she attempts at a joke, hoping to whatever god that this wouldn't get anymore awkward between the two, or just at all. "After all, I didn't wake up this morning expecting to be dragged to an alternate dimension. I had something like that planned for the weekend."
It's only after what she had said did she think of how awkward it sounded, cursing under her breath as she takes a breath and forces herself to calm down. Why does she even try to be herself whenever she's thrown into situations like this? She only seems to act flustered or make herself seem like some sort of fool. It was probably better to do less small talk and get right to the point.
As the man collects his thoughts, she forces herself to calm down, forcing herself to sit up straighter. She had to draw upon her will to be calm in situations like these, that was how she had gotten her inner strength to face such challenges after all.
Despite how the other didn't want to sound like a book, she would have honestly been fine with that. Any information he had was much needed after all, as one crucial lack of information could cause trouble for not only herself, but anyone else she could meet in this world. Once he was finished, she gave a sharp nod, all business now as she spoke. "Thank you, that was very helpful. I'll keep that in mind." And it was. She'll... She'll write it down later so that she can keep it in mind, or perhaps help someone else if they asked... Or even, god forbid, if any new people come here.
... Actually, now that she thought about it. "... How long have you been here exactly? I have a feeling that time doesn't... It doesn't pass here, but give me a rough estimate. If it helps, I came from 1985."
Post by Dwight Fairfield on Jun 17, 2020 11:36:27 GMT
As his words finally came to an end, Nancy was able to swallow and follow the information quite easily. This news didn't phase her just like before. She was incredibly brave, or maybe it happened to be normal for her. Dwight would watch her reactions and expressions, studying each one closely before clearing his throat. His arms would naturally form across his chest, fingers slightly scratching at his arms before allowing his eyes to flick up behind his squared lenses. Removing his left palm from his skin, he reaches up to adjust the placement of his glasses along the bridge of his nose.
When he heard the timestamp of Nancy's present, his eyes would widen in that moment. How on earth was the entity capable of pulling people from different times..? It just didn't make much sense to him. He would run his fingers through his hair for a moment, attempting to remember how long he's been here. The silence that filled the air became a bit heavy, and Dwight would shake his head only to shrug. "Well, if I'm being honest.. I don't really remember. I lost count long ago. These days all seem to be the same. The same result despite the different outcomes, whether we lived or died." He answered honestly before looking up at Nancy. She seemed so young, so full of life.. why would the entity bring someone so bright here?
"I come from the year 2008. Wasn't really the most progressive year.." He would note, looking down at his own palms before sighing softly. He could branch that comment into something else entirely but he would refrain. As he thought about time itself, he thought about how Laurie seemed to come around a similar time that Nancy did. Reaching up to brush his index finger against an itch garnered across his eyebrow, Dwight would avert his eyes back to the smaller female. "Though, I would assume it wasn't easy back then either, huh?"
One could almost see the exact second that Nancy's heart plummeted in her chest, her bravado and calm nature before quickly fading away into what looks like mild shock. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, the iron grip she had on her crossed arms going limp for a moment as Dwight's words processed in her mind.
"... Wh... What..?" Her voice sounds quiet, barely heard over the crackling of the fire. For the first time in awhile, she actually feels some level of fear. 2008? That's so far away. She would be around... Around 40 by then. What seems like a time so far away to her is the present for this man? It... It didn't quite make sense.
Then there came the other horrors of that idea. If whatever had kidnapped her... What had Dwight called it? The Entity? If the Entity had kidnapped her, and then kidnapped Dwight, how long has it been doing this for? How many victims has it truly claimed? Not to mention the fact that it could have even dragged people from a time even further from hers...
... Wait, speaking of being grabbed, wasn't she with someone else when she was taken? She tries her best to recall everything in her troubled mind, eyes narrowing a bit at the flames as she thought. She had called someone to help her investigate Hawkins. She had someone drive her there...
"... Oh, fuck!" It's like she's been jolted, flinching out of thought and the panic coming back full force, looking at Dwight with somewhat wide eyes. "Have you seen someone named Steve? He's... He's got brown hair, kind of tall, around my age? He was with me when I got grabbed, he might..." She trailed off, the thoughts rushing into her panicked riddled mind at too quick of a pace to even speak.
If it was as dangerous as Dwight said, then he could be hurt, or even worse... She couldn't even bring up the will to say it, it was too frightening to think about.
Not only was there the fear though, there was guilt that began to take place in her chest. If he was here too, then it might as well be her fault since she had dragged him there in the first place. God, she hasn't had a normal conversation with him in months, and the first thing they do together is get into a near death situation and deal with a supposedly supernatural being.