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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The teenagers that had been rescued from the camp and put into Mount Weather could be seen in their shared room together, people on the top bunks of the bunkbeds and the bottom bunks as well. All held smiles on their faces as they fooled around, some people having a pillow fight with each other, others just talking and laughing as they shared words with one another. A small table had been in the room and a few people could be seen sitting at it, decks of cards in their hands as they had been given that.
A few days had gone by at least since the incident with Clarke and Y/n. The said girls could be seen sitting on the top bunk of Y/n's bed together, Clarke's bunk right below hers. The blonde had the map she had been given in her lap as her and Y/n stared down at it. A pen was in Clarke's hand as she wrote something down. Y/n took it from her in a gentle manner when she was finished and wrote down something else, the two taking a glance at one another, seeming to silently think the same thing.
Meanwhile, in a buttoned-up shirt and a pair of pants with the shirt tucked in by the waist, Jasper ventured towards his two friends, stopping right beside them as his brown eyes landed on the map in Clarke's lap. He couldn't help but frown. After the incident and speaking with President Wallace, he had thought they were more comfortable with this place like he and Monty were. He wanted them to like this place. They weren't running from grounders. They weren't fighting for their lives. No guns. They had very delicious food, somewhere they could bathe. A nice place to sleep instead of the makeshift beds they had at the camp.
"It's not bad." Jasper speaks up, making them look at him. "Maybe they'll hang it on the walls here one day."
"Miller!" A voice calls out.
Hearing the familiar voice, the three teenagers all look to where they heard the door to their room open, seeing the same girl that had threatened to shoot Y/n and Clarke, which they learned her name was Maya, and one of their own people, Nathan Miller. Unlike back at camp, Miller had a beard growing on his face. Like Jasper, he wore a buttoned-up shirt as it was tucked into the pants he wore by his waist.
"Look who finally got released." Jasper comments, looking at Miller.
"Hey." Miller greets them.
Clarke sits up a bit. "Miller. I'm glad you're okay."
"Me, too." Y/n adds, giving him a small smile.
"Yeah. Only took, what, three surgeries?" Miller guesses, looking to Maya for confirmation which she nods before he looks at the girls. "I hear you're both fitting right in."
Right after he said that, Clarke and Y/n glance at each other, eyes narrowed in suspicion before they looked to Maya who continued standing next to Miller. They took notice of how the brunette tensed as she made eye contact with Clarke, then Y/n before looking back at Miller, handing him a bottle of pills and a bag before she walked off. Jasper was right on her heels as he started a conversation with her.
Just then, a loud alarm blared throughout the place, making almost everyone quiet down and Maya's smile fall when she heard it. The two girls shard a curious look before Clarke looked to Maya who seemed to have spoke something to Jasper before she began to make her way out of the room. However, Clarke hopped off the top bunk and stopped right in front of her, Y/n trailing behind her.
"Hey. What's going on?" Clarke asks.
"That signal means the surface patrol is back and someone needs medical attention. I have to go to quarantine." Maya explains.
With that, she walks past them and rushes out the door. Y/n purses her lips, seeming to be deep in thought. They could've found their people. They could be hurt. They couldn't found him. He might be hurt. Not wasting another second, Y/n goes to follow Maya, but Jasper lunges forward and grabs her wrist, stopping her.
"Hey, Y/n. What are you doing?" Jasper questions.
"Maybe they found survivors. If our people are hurt, we have a right to know." Y/n reminds, going to leave, but he stops her again.
"I'm pretty sure we shouldn't just go--" Jasper begins, but Y/n ignores him as she rushes to the door, Clarke following. "...w-wandering around."
The Jordan boy was quick to follow the two leaders as they ran through the hallways and towards the direction of where the quarantine was. If he was found by them and needed medical attention, Y/n had to find him. Now. As they turned a corner, they caught sight of Maya and a few other people putting the suits on that they were for the quarantine.
"What are we dealing with?" They hear Maya ask.
"They were attacked. One dead. He's in room two. The other took off his gloves and mask to treat him. He's still in decon, but he'll need treatment as soon as he's processed through." A man informs as they walk up.
"Who attacked them?" Clarke questions.
The man ignores her, looking to Maya. "What are they doing here?"
Seeing a keycard in in a man's shirt pocket, Y/n reaches out and snatches it, stomping towards the door and opening it up with the keycard, ignoring the man's protests. Clarke ushers for Jasper to follow before her and Y/n rush inside quarantine. Jasper glances at Maya who gives him a pleading look as if silently asking him to not go in there and chase after his friends.
Jasper shakes his head, beginning to follow. "Someone's gotta keep them out of trouble."
As quick as he could, Jasper was right on their heels, the three teenagers turning many corners throughout the quarantine. Y/n stopped when her eyes caught sight of the room the man had said one of the men were in. Stomping towards it, she opens it up with Clarke and Jasper right after her.
"Stop pushing so hard. These people are--" Jasper starts when they get more inside.
The teenagers stopped in their tracks when they saw a lifeless body laying in a plastic body bag. They were able to see the body, even if it was a bit blurred, but they could still see the blood. Clarke stepped forward, placing her hands and pushing the bag a bit so she could see it a bit more clearly.
"Are lying to us." Clarke finishes. "That's a bullet wound. Grounders don't use guns."
"Unless the grounders got the guns from us." Jasper suggests with a shrug.
Y/n shakes her head. "I don't think so. I think our people are alive out there."
Before either one of them could say anything more, the sound of heavy breathing is what caught their attention. A woman stepped inside the room, freezing in her spot a bit when she saw the three. She was wearing a suit like everyone else, except for them, in Mount Weather wore when they were in the quarantine zone.
"Get them out of here." The woman demands, looking behind her.
The teenagers eyes widen at the sight of two other men leading an injured man inside the room. His top was bare, revealing the dried blood and blisters all over him. It was on his arms, his face, his chest, his hands, his neck. The man couldn't even seem to keep his eyes open as he staggered around, the men in the suits helping him inside. Two other people in suits come in, forcing the teenagers out of the room.
