2x07 Part 1✔️

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I don't like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there's comfort in the panic

- Heavy, Linkin Park

*****

As soon as Ash steps through the gate at camp, relief washes over her. Everyone at the camp seems unharmed from their first run-in with the acid fog. But as soon as her foot touches the familiar ground, she spots Clarke coming toward her with a fierce, urgent look.

"There you are. We have a problem," Clarke says without preamble, gripping Ash's arm before she can even process what's happening. "It's Bellamy and Octavia. We need to get to the dropship. Now."

Ash's heart leaps into her throat, her exhaustion forgotten. "What happened?" Her mind flashes through every possible scenario as Clarke leads her out of camp just as quickly as she arrived.

Did they not find shelter in a cave from the fog? 

"Octavia found Lincoln. But he's not—he's changed. And Bellamy's up there trying to help, but it's bad, Ash."

The fear in Clarke's voice is unmistakable, and Ash quickens her pace despite her exhaustion and still healing wound. "What do you mean 'changed'? What happened to him?"

"You'll see when we get there," Clarke says grimly, offering no more explanation as they press forward through the woods toward the dropship. The eerie silence left by the acid fog still lingers in the air, and Ash's stomach churns with dread. 

When the camp that Ash once called home comes into view, she feels even worse.

The once-bustling campsite is barely recognizable. Burnt bodies lie scattered across the ground like a grotesque battlefield, their charred remains casting a sickening stench into the air. Gone are the makeshift tents and huts where they had lived and laughed and survived together. Now, there's only ash and death. The emptiness gnaws at Ash's heart, memories of laughter and life now swallowed by silence.

Her voice shakes when she finally speaks, "Do you miss it?"

Clarke doesn't stop walking, her pace urgent. "It doesn't matter," she replies, her face set in grim determination. 

When they reach the dropship, Ash glances inside the hollow structure. The ground floor is barren except for the bloodstains that serve as a haunting reminder of Raven's injury on one side and Ash's own battle scars on the other. 

They barely make it two steps into the dropship before Bellamy's dark figure appears, practically bounding down the ladder. When he sees her, the tension in his face breaks for a brief moment. "Ash!"

"Bellamy!" She breathes out in relief, trying to smile despite her worries. "You're okay."

His hands are on her immediately, gentle but urgent, his eyes scanning her for any new injuries.  "Are you hurt? Did the fog—"

"I'm okay," Ash reassures him quickly, feeling a wave of warmth in her chest despite the situation. She reaches up to stop him from fussing too much, her fingers brushing against his wrist. "I'm okay, Bellamy. Really."

He doesn't look convinced, his brow still furrowed with concern. But before he can argue, Clarke's voice cuts in sharply from behind. "We don't have time. We need to get up there."

Bellamy glances at Ash one more time before nodding. "Let's go."

With a little help from Bellamy, Ash climbs the ladder, every movement sending twinges through her healing muscles. Once on the second floor, the sight that meets her eyes makes her stomach drop.

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