I'm standing outside the entrance of Hawkins Lab, and I notice that the roof of the entrance has concaved in, fragments of the former shelter disintegrating an shattered. I cautiously step over each piece of broken ceiling, watching my shaky footing as I head inside.

I head inside the dark building, noticing more snaky black vines crawling up the fissured walls. It's deathly quiet as I make my way down the large and seemingly never-ending hallway, the only sound audible being my footsteps on the crumbling tiles.

It's dark, I have to squint to see, my vision already blurred from dehydration. I notice how doors have become unhinged, some only hanging by meager pieces of metal, swaying in the breeze that passes down the endless corridor.

As I continue to walk unsteadily down the wide hallway, I hear a sort of crackling sound coming from behind me. I swing my head around so fast I'm afraid me neck will snap, but when my eyes fix on the nothingness behind me, all that floods my mind is confusion.

I continue on walking, and inevitably, I hear the sound again. But this time, the crackling sound is accompanied by what sounds like a voice. It's a muffled sound, and my only guess is it must be coming from within my bag.

My supercom.

I swing my bag off of my shoulders so quickly that I lose balance for a second and find myself of the cracked tiles beneath my feet. I forget about standing up as I rummage through my bag to find my supercom at the bottom, which is seemingly, as I expected, the source of the strange sounds.

I put the device up to my ear expectantly, waiting for another voice, another sound, another anything. I wait and wait for what feels like forever when

"M...ike! M-Mike!"

A girl. The voice is a girl. Eleven!

"Eleven? Is that you?" I ask weakly, my voice breaking with every syllable.

"Mike, it's me!"

My face lights up at the sound of her voice. She's okay.

"Where are you?" I ask, my throat feels like it's on fire, every word that escapes my lips like acid in my mouth, the taste of blood has certainly made what feels like a permanent home in my mouth.

"Bad place." She replies, but she doesn't sound as panicked as she did when I asked her the same question last time.

"Can I get to you? How can I get out?"

"Gate. I opened it. But..."

"But what?" I'm frantic now, holding on dearly to the hope that I can make it to her.

"Monster," is all she says.

I'm flooded with confusion. Didn't Twelve kill the monster? I saw her! But what if...

There's another monster.

My next question escapes my lungs more like a plead. I'm not sure who to, but a plead I hope will be fulfilled.

"Where is the gate? How can I get to you? God, Eleven I need to get to you!"

"Down the hall, turn left. Run! The mo-n...ster!" her voice starts to break up, and I'm suddenly panicked. But I can't waste time.

I struggle to stand up, my legs wobbly beneath me as I clutch my supercom in my hands so tightly my knuckles turn white. I attempt to force myself into a jog when I hear a loud thumping sound behind me.

The monster.

The sound continues to get louder and louder and I feel as though I'm in one of those cliché horror movies, when the monster is drawing nearer and nearer and the victim stumbles and falls and eventually gets caught, but I can't think about that now. I have to get out. I have to get to Eleven. I start to run, attempting to ignore the searing pain in my legs as I sprint towards my escape. As I grow nearer and nearer towards her.

Down the hall, turn left. Down the hall, turn left. Down the hall, turn left.

I struggle to focus on my destination, even as I repeat it over and over in my mind, as I am distracted by the deafening footsteps of the monster getting closer. I slowly turn my head around to look behind me, and when my eyes meet the awful thing chasing me, I swear my heart seems to stop.

It's at least three times bigger than the Demogorgan. Faceless but has two piercing eyes on either side of it's head, if that even makes sense. It's arm extend to about 3 meters in front of it, and it's skin is black in colour.

It's terrifying.

I force myself to run faster, and I eventually make it to the fork in the hall and turn left. I see it, the giant oozing hole in the wall that is the gate to my own world. I can only pray that the thing chasing me doesn't follow me inside.

I get closer, but so does the monster. It's hot on my heels and is ready to grab me. I sprint towards the gate and when I step inside I'm engulfed by darkness and slime. I continue to run, my feet sticking to the slippery ooze that covers the floor beneath me. At least I don't have to crawl this time.

I get to the end and I can see a light, and voices, and footsteps and people and I'm filled with utter joy when I hear her. When I hear my name escape her lips.

"Mike!"

A/N: Wooooo I finally updated! I feel like this chapter is a bit boring so I'll probably add some details here and there later on to make it more interesting, but I just wanted to post it as soon as possible so I wasn't keeping everyone waiting. I hope you enjoy! MILEVEN FEELS ARE COMING!