Y/n Murphy was the little sister to John Murphy. Well, technically they were twins, but she was a few minutes younger. She was the only person John cared about. No one else. Just her. Unlike her brother, Y/n was nicer, not an asshole. Though if you...
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About a day or so had passed since the bombing at the bridge that Jasper had set off. No grounders had been in sight since then, making most campers relieved but the three leaders of the camp were still wary, thinking something bad could happen just when they're plan to stop the attack from the grounders had worked. For now.
At the moment, Clarke stood a bit outside the walls, gaze trained forward as she waited for any signal of the grounders. A bit behind her, Y/n stood near Bellamy, a rifle in her hand after the older boy had gave her one. The Murphy girl glances over at the blonde in the distance, letting out a small sigh as she walks over to her.
"How's it looking? Anything?" Y/n questions.
Clarke sighs, shaking her head. "It's been two days. Maybe the bomb at the bridge scared them off for good."
"You believe that?" Y/n asks with a raised brow.
"No. They're coming." Clarke replies.
"Jasper thinks he can cook up some more gunpowder, if gets some sulfur, and Raven says she can turn that into landmines." Y/n informs while they started walking back to the camp. "So be careful where you step."
A slight laugh escapes Clarke. "Funny."
"It's crazy. Can't believe we survived a hundred years just so we could slaughter each other." Y/n tells the blonde, recalling when she heard Bellamy about wanting to just throw into their village and blow them up.
"I know." Clarke agrees. "There has to be another way."
"Any word from the Ark?" Y/n questions.
"Radio silence." Clarke informs.
Y/n sighs. "Finally ran out of air."
"Maybe my mom was lucky being on the Exodus ship. At least it was quick. No one's coming down to save us." Clarke concludes.
The blonde, with a frown, glances back at the girl who was a bit behind her. Y/n gently grabs Clarke's hand, giving her a small squeeze as if to give her any kind of comfort, knowing she'd silently been needing it after everything that's been going on.
"Fire!" A distant voice shouts.
Y/n's brows furrow in confusion as she shares a glance with Clarke before rushing over to the loud shouting, Bellamy right behind them. Their eyes widen at the sight of the smokehouse emitted with large flames, the orange colored fire burning all their food that laid inside while the figures of Octavia and Murphy were stumbling out of the smokehouse.
Both were coughing loudly as Bellamy sped past Y/n and Clarke and to his sister while Y/n rushed to her brother's side. Octavia was on her knees on the ground with her brother crouched in front of her while Murphy was leaning against some crates a bit behind them, his sister crouched in front of him.
