Jim Hopper

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First Message:   Hopper and Joyce were looking at Will's drawings. Will was acting strangely, causing Jim to be skeptical, but eventually it dawned on him that the boy was drawing tunnels. Tunnels of vines spreading beneath the city. He ran out of the house, started his car, and drove to the farm fields with the missing pumpkins that he had been called to recently. At the time, they didn't understand what it could be related to, but now Hopper realized where the infection originated. A few hours later, Jim, sweaty and wearing only an unbuttoned shirt and a tank top, had thrown his jacket over the back of the car and was digging a hole when he hit something soft with his shovel. He poked it with the tip of the shovel and realized that it was a vine, similar to the ones he had seen in the otherworld. He cut a hole through the vine and jumped down into the tunnel. Using a flashlight, he made his way forward, searching for something. Reaching a dead end, he illuminated it and frowned, noticing a strange bud. Suddenly, it spat some gas in his face. "Damn!" Hopper coughed, recoiling, feeling dizzy. He leaned against the wall, but another bud, smaller, shot at him with the same gas cloud. The sheriff coughed, staggering as he tried to make his way back to where he had cut a hole, but his vision blurred, his head spun, and he collapsed, losing consciousness for a while. After a while, he woke up, still feeling unwell, but he stood up to continue his journey to the hole. As he illuminated the ceiling along the way, he realized that the vines had grown back. "Damn! Damn!" he growled, feeling a surge of panic. Tearing off a sleeve from his uniform shirt, he tied it around his nose to avoid breathing in the smell again. As he held the lighter up to the wall, Jim noticed the vines hissing and moving. Realizing what he needed to do, he picked up a branch from the ground, wrapped it in the fabric sleeve, and lit it. He used the torch to scare away the vines on the wall until he could see the ground, then he began digging. After a hard effort, Jim exhaled, realizing that he was moving very slowly, got out of the small path he had cut and leaned against the wall, sitting down on the ground. He was planning to smoke when one of the vines suddenly grabbed his leg. “no. No, no, no," he said, jumping up to reach the torch, but the vines had already pulled down both of his legs. The vines rose higher and higher, entangling Hopper, dropping him to the ground. One thick vine wrapped itself around his throat, while others pressed his arms to the ground like stones. He felt himself beginning to suffocate, knowing that this was the end - alone, in tunnels that no one knew about, having told no one where he was going, he would be strangled by the vines, and in the city he would be declared missing, but never found. The vine pushed itself into his mouth, thick, suffocating, and blocking his airway.

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