[COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 5]
Ana Thompson always seems to wind up in the strangest predicaments...
A perpetual victim of Murphy's Law, Ana finds herself arriving in Hawkins, Indiana just prior to the events of November 6th, 1983.
And, just prior to f...
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DRIP, DRIP, DRIP.
The sound of rain steadily falling outside the vehicle lulled Ana into a stupor. She casually watched the night darkening around Hawkins Laboratory as she drifted in and out of endless thoughts. She'd accepted that after this little detour had concluded, she and Hopper needed to have a serious heart to heart. If today proved anything, it was that they had quite a bit of shit to trudge through together.
As Ana's unfocused gaze rested out over the building's parking lot, a blurry figure wandered into her peripheral. At first, she assumed it was Hopper, the height was similar, but upon further inspection, she realized the build and attire wasn't that of her boyfriends.
Eyes squinting to better make out the person through the bleakness and the rain, Ana instinctively leaned forward in her seat to get a better view before realizing all at once that this wasn't an individual she knew. Wasn't someone who was supposed to be exiting Hawkins Lab while Joyce and Hopper were seemingly still inside.
So, Ana did the only thing she could think of at that moment, she laid on the car horn. The harsh sound rang through the darkened evening air, effectively drawing the stranger's attention to the source of the noise, the awaiting vehicle, and her.
Her posture stiffened in the front seat as Ana made eye contact with the still unknown figure through the windscreen. The man hesitated for a moment before he began trudging towards the vehicle with purpose. Ana had been right, he was tall like Hopper, but his build was more brawny than stocky. He donned a black leather jacket, she would have made a joke about villain cliches had it been a more appropriate time, and his blonde hair was cut in a style that seemed almost militaristic.
In the moments it took her to appraise the stranger thoroughly, he'd advanced on the vehicle significantly. Shit, Ana realized she hadn't really thought this plan through at all. So, ripping her eyes away from the approaching figure briefly, she dug beneath the passenger's seat for her concealed revolver. At least with a gun in her possession, she'd have some form of defense against the looming threat. She knew there was no way she could take the brute in any sort of hand to hand combat, not with his domineering stature nor with the confidence held in his lumbering stride.
Once she had wrapped her hand around the cold steel, Ana brandished her only weapon and quickly exited the vehicle. Slamming the door behind her, the booming sound again echoed above the still steadily falling rain.
Planting her feet and squaring her shoulders, as her father had taught we during youthful trips to the range, Ana lifted the gun in her hands and pointed it purposefully at the stranger. The sight had him halting in his steps, some fifteen feet in front of her.
"Who are you, and what are you doing at Hawkins Lab?" Ana shouted to be heard over the rainfall. The question sounded lame as it fell from her lips, but it certainly wasn't the time for creative quips. She had no idea where Hopper and Joyce were, and no way of knowing whether or not they'd encountered the same visitor while still inside the building. She knew nothing, other than the leather jacket wearer wasn't where he was supposed to be, wasn't where anyone was supposed to be, including them.
