Will's P.O.V
The rubber tires of the bike wobbled and skidded uncontrollably on the crooked ground as Will's hands slipped from the black cylindrical grip. He flew off the bike as his tires rolled to a stop after a long groaning silence. The light was absorbed into the dark sky. The grimy stench was all too familiar to Will. The scent wafted in through his nose and down his throat making him almost gag. His eyes widened in the darkness as his lips trembled. Most times, when he blinks out, he'll reappear in just a few seconds. Climbing up from the slime-infested ground he rubbed the dirt off his worn blue jeans and stood to the ground. His lip trembled as a cool breeze brushed past his chestnut-colored hair. Looking around he recognized he was just where he had disappeared, but Dustin and Lucas were gone from sight. He could feel their presence lingering on the other side of this cheap interpretation of Hawkins. He sauntered toward his fallen bike at the side of the beaten path. Grabbing one of the newly infested, slimy handles he swallowed bile and picked up the rest of the bike. He walked to the only place he knew to be safe. Home.
Walking stiffly and quickly he listened intently for anything, just anything at all. He knew the Demogorgon was gone. That girl - Eleven - she saved them and she had killed the demogorgon blasting it to pieces. As he approached the path from his house that led out into the woods to Castle Byers, Will stood for a second cringing almost in pain expecting to be thrust back into Hawkins - his Hawkins. How would he ever get back now? Proceeding along the path he gazed skeptically into the darkness hoping to uncover some secret truth that no one has found out yet. He was looking for anything, just something, some kind of answer to how all this is possible.
A twig cracked underneath his rough shoes and he snapped his head up at attention instinctively. A whimper cried from inside Castle Byers. Will steadily stepped to the side pulling the small curtain with it. His legs almost buckling under him he shook with fear, frightened at what was concealed within his safe haven.
A small bowl was clattered about the floor by the curtain. Two beady eyes were concealed within the shadows of the makeshift fort. A small frail, thin body sat crunched in the corner, hiding its best within the shadows. He swallowed hard.
"H-h -h-hello?" he croaked shakily regretting his decision almost instantaneously.
The small crumpled shaped receded from the shadows drawing as much light as there was onto its face.
"Will."
His mouth flew open and he was speechless. He gaped with his eyes wide in the small space between the two. He had only seen her once, but he knew it was her. He felt it. She was here, she was the one who gave him hope in his peril, who told him everything would be okay. It was really her. The weirdo on Maple Street who flipped a van with nothing but her mind and exploded into nothing sacrificing herself for himself and his friends. This was her, this was Eleven.