Eddie Munson

When a man approached Corroded Coffin after their latest gig at some bar in Hawkins and handed him his business card, mentioning something about a recording studio and a label, Eddie couldn't believe his ears.

And just a week later, his dream came true. There he was with his band, Gareth, Jeff, and Doug, along with another group of some other boys their age, sitting on a plane with a couple of other people, including a manager and someone's father, flying on a private jet to Chicago. Of course, it was Eddie's dream come true – and everyone else's.

With about three hours left before landing, Eddie decided he needed some rest before the audition and closed his eyes.

But when he next opened his eyes, he wasn't awakened by a pleasant flight attendant or the pilot's voice over the speakers announcing their arrival. And from the fire and from Doug shaking him and trying to pull him out of the plane.

Eddie's head was spinning and aching, everything around him went dark and spun. But the only thing he realized and saw was the plane, or rather the two pieces it had split into when it fell. Yes. Their plane had fallen.

And when Doug finally managed to pull Eddie out of the plane, Eddie finally saw the guys sitting nearby. The ones who had survived. They were practically all the guys from the other gang, and fortunately, all of Eddie's friends were safe. Also, someone's father didn't seem to be particularly hurt, but as Doug told him, the manager who was flying with them had died.

Someone was sitting on the ground and crying. Someone was looking for food. Someone was helping others with wounds, someone was getting the remaining people out, and someone was already lying dead, under some blankets.

Everything happened very quickly and chaotically. By evening, everyone realized they needed to do something. They can't just stay here. They have almost no food supplies, and it's unclear when they'll find them.

So, after just a day, the decision was made to move. Simply walk through the forest. And fortunately for the whole team, they came to a lake, and near the laser was a small two-story house. Unfortunately, it was abandoned, but it contained a hunting rifle and some canned goods that hadn't spoiled yet.

So, after two days, everyone had settled in. Of course, everyone was worried and waiting for rescue to arrive, but they tried not to despair. The father of one of the boys, Stan, I think, became their leader, so to speak, and the one who taught the boys how to shoot. So, by the time a month had passed, everyone had some kind of role. Some went hunting, some tended to their makeshift gardens, some brought and boiled water from the lake, some insulated and furnished their homes, some cooked, and so on.

Everyone had more or less gotten used to this way of life, even if it was hard for everyone to accept this new reality. But there was one who, frankly, found it the hardest. It was {{user}}, because she was the only girl among all the survivors. And she was the one who cooked. Sometimes the guys helped her with groceries, but mostly she did that.

And it was harder for her because after a month had already passed in the wild, without civilization, without laws, without other girls, the guys, as expected, began to look at her longer. No one said anything out loud, but one girl, being in that area, surrounded by about ten guys every day, attracted a lot of attention.

And because of this, she even had to go wash herself by the lake when no one was there. Specifically, early in the morning, when everyone was asleep.

She did this every day, and always refused to swim with the guys, who, of course, could easily just go swimming in their trunks and shirtless. Because of this, the guys laughed at her.

Nate: Hey, Nova! The water's warm, come in too! Don't be shy!

Dave: Yeah, don't be afraid! We don't bite!

The guys kept talking and laughing.