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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Like as it seemed every day or every few days or so, the hallways in Mount Weather were quiet and empty except for the three people being seen walking inside together, two of them wearing guard uniforms as a disguise. It wasn't a surprise that the hallways weren't crowded, considering everyone's focus was on the group of teenagers that had taken over level five.
It seemed as if everyone knew that those teenagers could save them all by getting their blood in their system, knowing they were able to live outside without worrying about radiation killing them. Some people in Mount Weather were grieving of the losses of the few civilians that had died on level five from the radiation, clearly not knowing how aggressive they were against innocent teenagers, who had only been sent to the ground with nothing by their own Chancellor who thought it'd be best to test out if earth was survivable with the criminals on the Ark.
About a day or so had passed since Fox had been dragged down in the tunnels, Jasper Jordan's promise echoing through her brain as it broke when she was taken away from her friends, the people she survived with. From outside of Mount Weather, the sun could be see shining brightly high up in the sky. Unfortunately, for Bellamy and Y/n, they weren't able to see it like they had been for about a month after landing on the ground.
At the moment, the couple were following Maya through the halls, keeping their heads down in case of any passerby's in the same area as them. If there were and they realized that they weren't one of them, then they were screwed. The three had left Maya's home, Fox still in her room as they headed to the armory for weapons and protection.
"Lovejoy's keycard will get you guys into the armory. The guns are locked, but the guard has the key. I can lure him away or--" Maya explains as they turned a corner.
"No. There's no time." Bellamy interrupts. "Once we get the guns, how do we get them to level five? They're watching every door."
"Maybe not. The mess hall has a trash chute." Maya tells them.
Y/n furrows her brows. "A trash chute?"
"There's one on every level. Best part-- no radiation alarms. The hatches leak like crazy. So they put in these airlocks just to be safe. You guys get the guns, I'll get them into the mess hall." Maya instructs.
"You're a natural-born revolutionary." Bellamy comments, giving her a nod.
Maya shakes her head. "My mom was the revolutionary. I'm just trying to do what's right."
"Be back here in thirty minutes." Y/n orders.
With that, her and Bellamy venture in the direction of the armory where Maya told them it would be. Only a few minutes went by as they turned a few corners in the hallways, luckily, not running into anyone that could be a threat to them, which was practically every single person in this mountain, except for Maya and, possibly, her father as well. At the sound of Cage Wallace's voice coming through the radio she had, Y/n stopped in her tracks as she listened to his voice, Bellamy soon stopping once he realized she wasn't still with him.
