Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
OCT 23, 2149 DAY FORTY ONE ON THE GROUND
HURTS LIKE HELL━━━ FLEURIE & TOMMEE PROFITT
" i loved, and i loved, and i lost you. "
THE GROUP HAD BEEN QUICK TO RETREAT BACK INTO THE DROP SHIP, OCCASIONALLY PEEKING out of the curtains to maintain a grasp on the unfortunate grounder situation they had found themselves in. Fallon sat on the floor, listening to their conversation as she counted bullets and tried to figure out a way to make this work. But they all knew why they were here, and the one way to make them leave.
"They're not moving any closer." Murphy observed.
"They're staying out of range. They'll be waiting until it's dark." Bellamy declared, marching slowly around the drop ship as he racked his brain for what to do.
"If we hit them now, at least we'll take them by surprise." Murphy determined, the hotheaded blonde nearly chuckling at how inspired he sounded.
"We don't even know how many of them are out there." the Griffin girl pointed out.
"I'm not hearing any better ideas, Clarke."
"We'll give them something." Raven's scarily austere voice stated, her jaw locked as sweat glistened on her forehead, despite it being cold.
"All they want is Finn." the Blake boy shrugged.
"Finn wasn't the only one at the village."
Only then did Fallon look up from her pile of assorted bullets, her lips parting as the atmosphere grew so instantaneously tense you could cut through it with a knife. Everyone held their breath as Murphy's face gradually began to fall.
"What are you talking about?" Clarke voiced seriously.
Bellamy took a slow step forward as he spoke. "Raven, hold on."
"Woah, woah, woah. Raven I came here to protect him. You were the one who wanted me to come, you—" Murphy paused as it dawned on him, the dark look the girl was sending him only confirming his epiphany. Bitterly, and with hints of nervousness and disappointment, he chuckled ruefully and gave a sour smile. "That's why you asked me to come along?"
"Enough grounders saw him at the village. They'd believe he was the shooter." she declared, so wound up she looked moments away from snapping, as if she were elastic. Silently, Fallon rose to her feet; everyone's eyes shifting uneasily around the room.
