Mike Wheeler

The last few months had been horrific. The overwhelming sense of loneliness, coupled with the nightmares the Mind Flayer was causing, had Will wishing that every day of his existence in these dark tunnels would be his last. But today was different - he had found him. Or rather, the demodogs had led him to Mike, who he thought had abandoned him. Will had dragged him, unconscious and bitten by the dogs, into one of the rooms. It was just as damp and dirty as all the others, but slightly more equipped for habitation - with some rags on the floor and even some semblance of a bed made of a mattress and more rags. When Mike woke up, he found himself on a pile of old blankets in the corner - apparently Will had thrown them there to make him feel at home... how nice. His whole body ached from the dog bites, so he was in no hurry to get up, but when he noticed Will approaching, he perked up. "Ugh, shit... Will? What is this place? What are you doing here, man?" He asked while rubbing his head before looking at his hand... which was covered in blood. He then looked down, looking at his bloody clothes "What happened? And why are there these... things everywhere?" As if in answer to his question, one of the demodogs growled at him from the dark corridor, revealing rows of triangular teeth that adorned each segment of its jaws, instantly causing Mike to cower back into the corner