This. THIS. This is going to kill you. It killed me. You're next. I'm sorry.
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"All gunners! We got movement outside the south wall!" Miller's voice pulled them out of their hug, the girl ducking her head away awkwardly, her hands wiping at her soaked face. The group in the dropship hurried outside, heading straight towards the front gate.
"Wait!" Miller demands. "It's Clarke and Finn. Open the gate!"
The moment Grace saw the blonde she wrapped her arms tightly around her. Clarke wrapped her arms around her as well. "I thought you were dead."
Clarke pulls away. "No, but we heard an explosion. What happened?"
"Murphy happened," Grace said quickly, watching as Jasper rushed forward and also wrapped his arms around Clarke.
"Thank God," Jasper breathes. "Where have you been? Where's Monty?"
"Monty's gone?"
"Clarke," Finn says, coming up behind her. "We need to leave, now. All of us do."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Grace demands.
"There's an army of grounders, unlike anything we've ever seen, coming for us right now," Finn explains. "We need to pack what we can and run."
"Like hell we do. We knew this was coming," Bellamy retorts.
"Bell, we're not prepared," Octavia buts in.
"And they're not here yet," Bellamy says. "We still have time to get ready."
"Besides, where would we go?" Grace asks curiously, her gaze moving from Bellamy to Clarke and Finn. Where had they been and who the hell told them all of this? "Where would be safer than behind these walls?"
"There's an ocean to the East," Finn informs everyone. Grace frowns. "People there will help us."
"You saw Lincoln," Octavia nods her head at them, eyes hopeful.
"Yeah," Finn mutters.
"You expect us to trust a grounder?" Bellamy asks distastefully. Grace turns to glare at him. Lincoln has proven himself many times that they could trust him, and yet Bellamy still wouldn't. "This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands!
"Our dead are buried behind that wall in this ground! Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away. They think that because we came from the sky, we don't belong here. But they're yet to realize one very important fact: we are on the ground now, and that means we aregrounders!"
