It's been ninety-seven years since a nuclear apocalypse killed everyone on Earth, leaving the planet simmering in radiation. Fortunately, there were survivors.
The Ark was a nation formed by twelve separate ones, they told everyone that it would ta...
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"Can I, uh, get a hit of that?" Were Jasper's first words as his eyes fluttered open, immediately flicking over to what Octavia was doing. "Jasper!" Several exclaimed in relief as his voice echoed. "Was that a dream or did I get speared?" Jasper asked. "You'll have a very impressive scar to prove it." Alessia chuckled. "My savior." Jasper pointed to Lenora and Clarke who simply smiled back. "Thank you for not dying. I don't think we could've taken that today." Clarke snickered. "I'll try not to die tomorrow, too, if that's cool." Jasper joked.
Although Jasper may have survived, it was as though they simply couldn't win.
By that I mean, the councillor's son was dead. Wells was dead.
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"They got Wells just outside the wall." Finn informed. "Just when I find out that my mother killed my father and not Wells, I lose him. I lose my best friend." Clarke cried. "I need her to feel what I feel." She felt rage coarsed through her veins. "Maybe you can." Alessia grinned. "How?" Both Finn and Clarke asked in unison. "That." Alessia pointed to Clarke's wristband. "You're right." Clarke plastered a smile across her face before marching off to the drop ship's remains. "Well that was great advice." Finn spoke sarcastically. "Coming from 'the reckless one'." Alessia walked off.
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