Hazmat Suit Stranger Things Novels & Stories

It was the security guard! Jolted back to her senses from the fear of being sent to the principal’s office, Emma raised her hood over her head and raced towards the gates, unheeding the guard’s warning and ignoring the curses from behind her. When she glanced back, there was a tall man in a suit beside the guard. It was but a glimpse but there was something off about him. The stranger was obviously from out of town with his crisp black suit and shiny black shoes which reminded her of the last movie she watched, Men in Black. But it wasn’t his unusual appearance that captured her attention – it was the odd color of his eyes, which seemed to lock with hers in that split second before she turne

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?

Just imagining the sludge and smell already has me gagging. "Don't worry, hunny," my mother says. "She can keep the sewage off of us and mask the smell. Can't you, Mod?" Mod chuckles, "Of course. We don't need preggo yacking her guts out and slowing us down." Mod snaps her fingers, and now we are all protected by Haz-Mat suits that cover our entire bodies. The face part is see-through. A medium-sized oxygen tank is clipped to our sides and is attached to our face masks so we can breathe fresh air.

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

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.

Two men in an orange hazmat-like suit entered the room, undid the chains of Participant Three and guided him outside or tried to because the man knocked one of the hazmat-suited men over and rushed to Elizabeth, but before he could reach her, he trembled in shock, and his body convulsed to the floor. A stun gun? "Ash… Ashley." The man called weakly, but Elizabeth did not respond. “Do you wish to drop out, contestant number five?” One of the men in the hazmat suit asked. “No. But I want his name.” The two men in the hazmat-like suit look at each other before shaking their heads. “That is confidential.” “Fine, you’ll tell me later.” Christopher said and turned to participants one and two, they

Ava The harsh plasticky crinkle of the hazmat suit was the only sound that filled my ears as we stepped into the deathly-silent Packhouse. The familiar scent of wood and pack life was overwhelmed by the acrid smell of decay and chemicals, even through the plastic shield covering my face. My eyes widened behind the protective visor as I took in the devastation around us. “Oh, Goddess,” I breathed, momentarily grateful for the way that my cracking voice was muffled by the suit. Tears pricked at my eyes as I surveyed the damage that had wrought our dear Packhouse.

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.