He hadnât honestly been expecting anyone, especially not this late in the day, but heâd seen the head lights pulling into his driveway, so he watched for a moment to see if it was just turn around. Turns out it wasnât. It was a nice car, but nothing was setting off the cloister bells in his head yet. Hawkins Lab had been shut down, so no one had a reason to be coming for him. Everything had settled down right? Eleven had closed the Gate, things had been fine, calm even.
He heard the person get out of the car, and he knew the walk length by heart. So by the time he reached the door, the person would be reaching the porch. Seven unlocks the door and begins to slowly open it. âHi there, can I--â he felt like a hand suddenly wrapped around his throat. He knew the government types when he saw them, heâs spent his life being observed by them. Seven had to forcefully swallow the lump in his throat as he looks at the other wide eyed. Did they find out? Did they know? A trembling hand white knuckles the door now. âS-Sorry... how c-can I help you?â he forces. âIâm afraid my folks arenât home at the moment if youâre looking for them.â Seven was 18 now, but that was besides the point.
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