she, like everything else in this place was drawn to the yelling. and in a way, she had thought ( foolishly ) that someone had come to find her. that they found another way in to save her. days had gone by, SHE THINKS and no word yet. in time, she had to try to venture out from the school – hoping she could breakthrough elsewhere. but her powers, seemed lighter, tired. terror would prickle up her bare neck, the concept of never getting out looming high. but she had saved her friends, not as a monster, but a superhero.
the yell rings out louder, and it sounds familiar. it echoes from her right, causing her to take off at a light jog until she sees the DEMOGORGON perched over a man. the police man ? she raises her hand, willing that current of power forth, feeling the BLOOD pulsing in her head, causing an ache. wet drips from her nose, and the creature flies off, landing with unforgiving weight towards the hard ground. scurrying off, she watches it go, stepping forward before she sees the gun. NONONONONO ! she herself dashes behind a tree, breath coming in heavy exchanges. eleven wouldn’t be able to fling him too, not so soon after.
peering around the rotting bark, she sees him, the gun still aimed at her. was she real ? she thinks so, still real – but she didn’t know for sure if she was a ghost or not. “ trapped. ”
in his experience, the monsters ‘round these parts didn’t run off scared. well, now he feels like an asshole. rick watches the child ( who may still be a tiny monster, mind you ) dash off to find some cover, and feels his finger involuntarily loosen its grip around the trigger. something about nature and the desire to protect than younglings rather than shoot at ‘em. go figure.
taking a deep breath - while aware that he may be wrong and this could be some sort of trick still – he takes the chance to holster his gun again and holds his arms up as he approaches the tree that the kid has hidden behind. ❝ sorry! i put it away! ❞ he lets her and possibly every other creepy crawley around them know and reaches the base of the tree, where he crouches down to be at her eye level. an even dumber move, should she be evil, but it’s fine. he’s already embraced the stupid.
when she speaks, he finds that for once he seems to have made the right choice. ❝ trapped? you’re trapped in here? ❞ he asks, unable to hide the shock at the notion. this was no place for any human, let alone a child. ❝ what’s your name, kid? ❞ he holds a hand to his chest. ❝ i’m rick. sorry about the gun show, i thought you might be a – whatever those things are. i ain’t gonna hurt ya. do you need help getting outta here? i could help you. ❞