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 sound of thunder rumbled through the air in the woods, rain beginning to pour down from the sky as the clouds covered up the sun that had been out earlier. The raindrops fell onto the leaves on the trees before they were flowing down the green petals and onto the ground that slowly start becoming muddy from water that continued to fall. More claps of thunder could be heard all around, showing that a storm might come. A small village full of grounders could be seen all around, some kids and even younger kids being seen all around, some with their parents, some just playing in the mud like most kids would do.
In the forest, peaking through some bushes and trees, Y/n, Finn and Murphy all stared through the scopes they had on their guns, looking through all the people. A few hours had gone by since they dispersed from Bellamy and the others, and they could only hope that they had gotten back to camp safely with two injured people. The three teenagers continued to feel the rain wet their clothes and hair, the raindrops sliding down their dirty and cut up faces, getting into the dried blood and mud on their skin.
"I count twenty-six." Finn informs.
"I got twenty-eight." Murphy replies.
Y/n nods. "Same here."
"These people don't look like warriors, guys. And there's kids. Old people. There's nothing big enough here to hold our friends." Murphy points out.
"They could be underground." Finn states. "We wait till dark. Then we go in."
"We go in?" Murphy repeats in confusion. "Finn, we don't even know if our people are here yet."
"They're here. Or they were when that grounder took Clarke's watch." Y/n argues.
Murphy raises a brow. "What if we're too late, huh? They're probably already dead. We need to--"
Just then, the brunette jumps when Finn roughly grabbed ahold of the collar of his jacket. The blue eyed boy placed his hand on Finn's before the Collins boy's hand moved to his shoulder, but Murphy was still a bit tense.
"Take it easy." Murphy slowly says.
"How much ammo do we have?" Y/n asks as she stares through her scope.
Murphy clenches his jaw. "I think I liked you guys better as peacemakers."
The chirps of crickets were loud as the insects hid deep within the tall grass around the woods. A certain grounder village was quiet, lights being seen from some torches, showing that the entire village was asleep. The moon was shining down on the civilians on earth. The rain from earlier had stopped as the three teenagers found themselves quietly sneaking into the grounder village where Finn and Y/n thought their friends had been taken to. Like what Finn had said, they waited till dark to go in, but that plan seemed to have changed which actually surprised Y/n as well.
