Hazmat Suit Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Just a row of walls about six and a half feet high, topped with barbed wire. The power had long since gone out, so there was no risk of getting shocked, but they still had to deal with the sharp wire. Hayley hoisted Griffin up first. He wore one of their league's polymer combat suits. The material held up even against the barbed wire without tearing. "Griffin, check the other side." "We're clear!" Griffin yelled. He dropped down and looked ahead at the scattered zombies beyond the wall. With him scouting, Hayley kicked off the wall and pulled herself up in one smooth motion.

The kind of presence that made your heart sprint. “Oh my God!” I dropped the frame back onto the cabinet and stumbled behind him, gripping the back of his shirt like a terrified child. They looked armed. Dangerous. Definitely not here for a neighborhood watch. “G-Gino…” My fingers tightened. “It’s okay, Gabby. They won’t hurt you,” he said, calm as ever. Easy for him to say. “They look ridiculous, Chibi-kun,” I hissed. “It’s the middle of the night and they’re wearing shades. Who dressed them, a blind stylist?”

The other Liz, whom I had first met at Union Station in Kansas City and had coached me through my first encounter with Black-Eyed Kids, started wearing a headband that made her look like a 1980’s fitness instructor and was designated Liz-2. Sure enough, we came upon some trees that had dead bodies hanging on the branches. They weren’t tied with ropes or chains or anything. Their drooping forms were unceremoniously draped over branches large enough to bear their weight. “They’re wearing S.H.A.D.E. uniforms,” Mitch said. “I wonder what got them?” “Well, we don’t have time to climb up and fetch one for a post-mortem examination,” Mont said. “Let’s just hope whatever it was doesn’t get us,” Joni

My head hit something metal and I felt some blood start to drip down. “Welcome to our research lab.” Alpha Rip seemed proud of this. As soon as he opened the door, I was blinded by the lights. Everything was white. The floor, walls, ceiling and even the lights were a bright white color. People that were in there where wearing a hazmat suit. Their faces were completely covered, expect for their eyes.

Save him! Valerie stood on the opposite side of the decontamination barrier, her emerald green and charcoal suit sharp and untouched by the chaos. She did not press the release button. She simply held her datapad, her eyes scanning the digital vitals syncing from the gurney's portable monitors.

“Make sure they do their job according to what I said! Don't hesitate to beat them if they don't!" Nicko left, and while outside the garbage disposal area a security guard and maid came to ask for his hazmat suit and brought Nicko new clothes and toiletries.

Chapter Five – The Claiming Four men in matte black suits and featureless black masks stand motionless along the mirrored walls. They are Lucien’s personal security. They do not speak. They do not blink. They simply watch. The stranger closes the door behind them and turns the lock. He releases her arm at last and steps back. For a long moment he does nothing but look at her, the way a collector finally regards the masterpiece he has waited years to own. “Remove the dress,” he says quietly.

Felix entered the kitchen with a scowl on his face. The others were busy having breakfast. The only one missing was Arthur. He looked at his aunt with a raised brow. She slowly shook her head. Realizing that she wouldn’t welcome a question about Arthur’s whereabouts, he slid onto a stool and broached the topic of the three aliens instead. Grabbing a slice of bread he said, “I think we’re going to need hazmat suits to clean up after those three out there.”

Sleeping was the last thing you wanted to be doing here. There was movement off to his left and he pulled out his pistol, reflexes still sharp even after everything. It was a figure limping towards him, half stumbling. The closer it came, the more he could tell this person was infected—the secretion covering its Hazmat suit, emanating from a hole in the helmet. He could see enough to know that this was Strauss’ assistant, the one who’d thrown herself out of the window.

Dashiell stared at it as well with a tense look. He heaved a sigh of relief, however, when he saw the person wearing a hazmat suit and a mask, not revealing their face. When the video stopped as the person left the laboratory, Dashiell straightened up and snorted. “That’s all you’ve got? “We can’t even see the person’s face! Even if the video is real, how could you say it’s me?” Dashiell snorted. “Trying to frame me with such a ridiculous video? Dr. Russell, you suck as a doctor but are good at playing tricks, right?