Hazmat Suit Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Beside her, the chipmunk descends from the van and removes his oversized head, revealing—no surprises here—the sweaty head of Detective Mott. Our enemies march toward us, gaining speed. It’s the hazmat suits that scare us the most, because it means that something, somewhere, has gone world-endingly wrong. How will we continue to enjoy our drugs if all the drug dealers are bleeding from the eyes with some kind of hemorrhagic fever?

He turned his attention to Melissa and covered her with the piece of clothing; her shoulder to her knee area. “Are you scared?” Melissa swallowed painfully. “No. Why would I be?” “I think I can hear your heartbeat.” “Through the loud music? I don’t think so.” “Good. Just wanna make sure you are okay with this.” Melissa stared in uncertainty as the stranger squeezed a small piece of lime into a shot glass that had a bit of content in it. Then he picked up the shot glass. “You asked for this but I’m not going to harm you.” Since the coat was doing a very good job protecting her from any third party, the stranger went ahead to push up her crop top till her perky boobs were revealed. He brought

I trudged through the housing estate in what I knew to be the town’s general direction. My extremely brief visit to the offices of SES had established beyond doubt that the two worlds were indeed very different. For a start we’d got the name of this place wrong. It wasn’t Capistrano Two, or Capistrano anything. No matter what it called itself I had to get organized. The crappy glowing suit had begun to decompose as wisps of it floated in the air around me. I looked like a human Dandelion. A police car slowed to observe me before moving on. Perhaps Jervis had made a report about some eccentric turning up for a non-existent interview. They’d probably be back and I obviously had no ID on me. Ca

Someone yelled, and she waited for the seemingly inevitable impact. But the port side midship lock appeared up ahead, the hatch opened, and they slid inside. Bullets flattened themselves on metal. Salom used her override to lock the door. "This looks about right", Grinnell said, pulling a set of emergency space armor out of the locker. "Hope you like white". "It's one of my favorites", Salom said as she struggled into the suit. "The shoulder beacons are a bit much, though". "You might want to deactivate those hummers", the noncom said thoughtfully. "The idea is to be unobstructive, not the other way around".

The stranger was still looking at us. I caught him staring at Caleb a few times too. Everything about him yelled danger. Whenever our eyes met I had this unsettling feeling in my gut. “Are you okay?”, Ethan asked giving me another glass of this amazing juice I had been hooked onto. “Who is that?”, I asked pointing at the guy with my eyes. “The guy in the black suit and weird grey tie?”, he asked, and I noticed his tie was indeed very weird. I nodded.

Every single step that I took was powering my resolve to face whatever lay before me. I tip-toed into the house, barely hearing my footsteps on the soft carpet, when entering the living room my eyes went wide in shocked disbelief. All sorts of clothes lay strewn all over the floor, a wild mess of fabric and color. "Why is Damien's cloth here?" my mind kept fishing with utter confusion and concern. I bent down to pick one of the shirts, with fingers tracing the fabric which felt familiar. But, standing up again, there was another cloth that made my heart drop: The cloth belonged to a woman and featured delicate lacework.

With the crowd cheering them on, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, completely ignoring the fact that everyone could see. Five years ago, I was in a car crash, and Jim was the one who saved me. He stayed with me at the hospital for a full month, never leaving my side. He even traveled to some remote little town just to find a pendant that was supposed to protect me. Back then, when I saw him bruised and battered, I couldn’t help falling for him. Even after I learned he was the Larsons’ secret son, I never once looked down on him. He told me Rowena was just an old friend, nothing more.

The quarantine wall is getting closer by the minute, and I'm practically shaking my pants at this point. Well, I'm practically shitting in my hazmat suit, I must say. Everyone on transport is using one. The suit is a single piece of heavy, black, leather material. A metal ring around the neck allows the attachment of a special helmet and ventilation mask, in case it is necessary to leave the vehicle. That thought makes my stomach churn, and I feel a bitter taste in the back of my throat as the synthetic peanut butter sandwich I had for lunch threatens to return. I need something to get it down, and fast.

He was wearing a heavy containment suit—not to protect him from the world, but to protect the world from him. The suit was lined with lead and star-metal mesh, designed to dampen his "leakage." Even so, the fluorescent lights on the platform flickered rhythmically every time he took a breath. "I feel like a baked potato," Leo grumbled, his voice muffled by the helmet. "You're a fuel rod, kid," Kai said, checking the straps on the equipment crates. "If you trip