Y/n Griffin is the twin sister of Clarke Griffin and the youngest daughter of Abigail Griffin. Both were very protective of the youngest Griffin, even if Clarke and Y/n were twins. Unlike her sister, Y/n was slightly more quiet than Clarke. What hap...
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The sun was up, hiding behind the grey clouds that had always seemed to form in the sky as people were walking around, working together, some training in case if the grounders somehow got to their side after the bridge had been bombed by Jasper and Monty and made a surprise attack. About two days or so had passed since then and people that had been sick from the virus were all better by now.
Near the gate of the walls, just outside near Bellamy, Y/n found herself standing with crossed arms as she glanced between the forest ahead of her and her sister who stood on a hill, staring out at the distance while waiting for any sign of grounders around, hoping that the bomb would've worked and they weren't gonna attack. Letting out a small sigh beneath her breath, Y/n walks to her twin, stopping a beside her.
"Anything?" Y/n asks.
Clarke shakes her head, sighing. "It's been two days, Y/n/n. Maybe the bomb at the bridge scared them off for good."
"You believe that?" Y/n questions, raising a brow at her sister.
"No. They're coming." Clarke replies.
"Jasper thinks he can cook up some more gunpowder, if he gets some sulfur, and Raven says she can turn that into landmines." Y/n explains to her sister as they began to walk back to camp. "So be careful where you step, sis."
Clarke lets out a slight laugh. "Funny."
"You know, I can't believe we survived a hundred years just so we could slaughter each other." Y/n states, remembering that many teenagers in camp wanted to attack the grounders.
"I know. There has to be another way." Clarke agrees.
"And there hasn't been any word from the Ark. Radio silence. I think..." Y/n begins, trailing off as Clarke looks to her. "I think they finally ran out of air."
"Maybe our mom was lucky being on the Exodus ship." Clarke tells her sister, grabbing her hand. "At least it was quick."
"No one's coming down to save us." Y/n whispers with a frown.
The Griffin twins look at one another, their hands held in each other's tightly while the blonde looked back over her shoulder at the e/c eyed girl. The two shared a small and sad frown as they thought of their mother, thinking about how she must've felt when the Exodus ship was crashing down.
"Fire!" A voice shouts in the distance.
The sisters exchange a look of confusion, rushing over with Bellamy right on their heels. As they got closer, their eyes widened at the sight of the smokehouse on fire with Murphy and Octavia slowly exiting it. Bellamy sped past them and to his sister, leading her a few feet away from the smokehouse.
