xvii. always john murphy
we are grounders (part 1)

"Come on! These foxholes aren't gonna build themselves."

SAWYER COULD not hold back her eye roll at Bellamy's command. Ever since they returned to camp, the man fell into one of the worst mood's she had ever seen him display. With the realization that Clarke, Finn, and Monty were gone, it seemed to push him over the edge.

The moment they stepped foot inside the walls, Bellamy woke everyone and forced them to continue preparations for when the Grounders attacked. He thought up a series of tunnels, foxholes, that would run from the center of camp to certain points in the surrounding forest, giving them various escape routes and ways to move about their camp without the Grounders' knowledge.

Although, that meant the delinquents actually had to dig them. In the middle of the night.

Combined with the newly created foxholes, Raven decided to add her own touch to the inevitable fight. Grenades and landmines. She figured they would take out more Grounders than a few bullets. Sawyer agreed, so she let Raven go ahead with her plan, even though it would deplete them of their gunpowder supply.

Bellamy did not like that aspect of Raven's plan, but he must have thought the same as Sawyer. That the grenades and landmines would do more damage.

Sawyer knelt on a large patch of cleared ground and helped Raven place her landmines in the dirt. Jasper did the same nearby, being careful not to jostle the devices too much. No one wanted a premature detonation.

Many of the delinquents rushed around, digging Bellamy's foxholes, while others stood guard in case the Grounders showed up.

"Better hope those landmines work," Bellamy voiced, striding over to where Raven unwound a roll of wire and connected it to one of the landmines. "All the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades."

Raven did not look at the man as she quipped, "you want to come over here and test one?"

Sawyer pressed her lips together to not laugh. That would worsen Bellamy's already precarious mood, and she did not want to deal with it. Not with everything else going on.

Bellamy deadpanned toward the mechanic. "Cute," he retorted and then gestured to the area around them. "I need this entire section mined by morning. Then, you finish the south field."

"Hey." Raven shot up from the ground and ran after the man as he turned to leave. "Sawyer and I told you, we're going after Finn, Clarke, and Monty in the morning."

Bellamy stopped and faced her. His expression flat. "And I told you, nobody leaves this camp."

Sawyer snapped up from her work to where the Blake man stood. "Excuse me?" she exclaimed, pushing herself to her feet and moves toward him. "Our people are still out there, Bellamy. We're not just gonna leave them to die."

Bellamy went to say more, but a gunshot ripped through the air.

Sawyer whirled in the direction of the sound to see Sterling scramble up from where he sat against a tree, staring down at the rifle in his hands with wide eyes. He pulled the trigger on accident. The last thing they needed was for someone to get hurt, or even die, because they were too tired to function.

Sawyer would have said as much, but Bellamy beat her to the punch.

"Hey," Bellamy shouted across the clearing and stormed toward Sterling. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

Sterling's shock did not fade as the eldest Blake grew closer to him. "I – I'm sorry, man. I fell asleep. I've been on watch all day."

Bellamy lunged for the boy and shoved him against the nearest tree. "We've all been on watch all day! That bullet was one less dead Grounder."

Sawyer wanted to run up to Bellamy and pull him away from Sterling, but her attention shifted to the dozens of delinquents who paused in their tasks. Almost all of their eyes were wide, or their faces drained of all color. They were all tired, and more importantly, they were all scared.

Octavia must have noticed, too. She moved away from where she cut down tree limbs that obstructed their view from the tops of the camp walls. "Bell," she hissed as she inched toward her brother, "you're scaring people."

"They should be scared!" Bellamy yelled, releasing his hold on Sterling. He turned from the boy to find everyone's stares aimed on him. He paused and then continued, "the bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! The Grounders are out there, right now, waiting for us to leave and pick us off one by one when we do! Clarke, Finn, and Monty are gone, probably dead, and if you want to be next, I can't stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp!" His wide stare met Sawyer's blank one. "This camp is the only thing keeping us alive." He glanced around at the delinquents, who all stopped to listen to his outburst. "Get back to work!"

Sawyer sighed, watching Bellamy stomp away from Sterling and in the direction of the camp's gate. While he was not wrong about the level of fear they needed to feel, he should not have screamed it at everyone. It made him look unstable, and he could not afford to be perceived that way. Not after they lost Clarke.

No one moved after Bellamy disappeared back into camp. Sawyer cleared her throat, pulling their attentions to her. "You heard him. Get back to work!"

Her shout jolted them all into action. Sawyer started back toward the landmines until someone intercepted her intended path.

"You need to talk to him," Octavia stated when the two of them were face to face.

Sawyer's brows rose. "Me? Why? He's your brother."

"And you're his co-leader," Octavia replied. "Maybe you can talk some sense into him," she then shrugged, "or knock some sense into him. I'm okay with either."

Sawyer gave the girl a blank look. "You know that's not gonna go over very well."

"Just try, okay?" Octavia stressed, before she lowered her voice so those who passed by could not hear. "He's driving everyone crazy."

Sawyer did not object. Octavia was right. Someone needed to talk with Bellamy before his behavior set off a chain reaction that plunged the camp into chaos. And out of everyone, she knew that it had to be her to reign in his obvious fear and frustration. Afterall, no one else understood what it was like to lead a hundred juvenile delinquents amidst a war.

Sawyer relented and nodded. "Fine. But if you hear screaming, you might want to make sure neither one of us have killed each other," she said, turning away from the younger Blake to follow after the eldest.

With all of the delinquents sent off to dig Bellamy's foxholes or place Raven's landmines, no one crowded the center of camp or wandered through the empty tents. Sawyer had never seen the place so lifeless. She hated it. She missed how lively it used to be. How carefree they did not have to worry about deadly viruses and Grounder attacks.

Sawyer pushed the thoughts from her mind and shoved the dropship's parachute aside to enter the lowest level. Her gaze immediately fell on Bellamy, who leaned against the large table constructed to display a scale model of their camp. Where they planned out their defensive measures for when the Grounders made their move. As soon as she stepped foot inside, Bellamy lifted his stare from the table and looked to her.

"You were a little unreasonable back there, don't you think?" Sawyer voiced, stepping further into the dropship.

Bellamy sighed, but he kept his hands planted on the table's surface. "Don't you think I want to go after them, too?" he questioned.

"I'm sure you do, but that wasn't what I was talking about," Sawyer stated, forcing him to step back from the table to face her. "You can't just – explode like that in front of everyone."

"They're not taking this seriously," Bellamy retorted.

"They're taking it as seriously as they can," Sawyer shot back. "They know what could happen. Hell, what's already happened to Clarke, Finn, and Monty, but you can't keep pushing them until they drop. And you really can't let them see you scared."

"I didn't..."

"Yeah, you did," Sawyer cut the Blake man off and proceeded, "the two of us are it, Bellamy. Without Clarke, we're the ones responsible for what happens to everyone out there. And if we start falling apart," she shook her head, "we're all gonna end up dead."

Bellamy stared at her, his expression falling into what could only be described as a frown. As much as a frown Sawyer had ever seen the man wear. "How do you do it? How are you not – scared?"

Sawyer blinked, meeting Bellamy's pointed gaze. She knew that she put on a good front, but did everyone honestly believe that she was not scared? Not petrified the Grounders would come and slaughter them all? Horrified that everyone she grew to care about might die before her eyes? How could she not be?

Sawyer chewed on her bottom lip, before a humorless chuckle slipped out. The sound brought a furrowed look to Bellamy's features. "Not scared? I'm terrified," she exclaimed, released a long breath. "At least on the Ark, we knew our deaths would be kind of painless. But here – the Grounders are horrible, and they want us dead. Not executed dead, but string us up by our intestines, dead. You don't think that freaks me out? I try to seem fine, like I'm not unnerved about all of this, because that's what I have to do so no one starts a panic."

Sawyer failed to notice how her hands began to shake at her sides until she fell quiet. Her gaze dropped to them, watching as her fingers trembled against her will. She wrung them together and blew out another breath. When her eyes met Bellamy's again, she realized that her actions did not go unseen.

"We're all scared, Bellamy, but outbursts and kids shooting each other because they're too exhausted is not the way to win against the Grounders," Sawyer said and started for the dropship's exit. "I'm going to tell those who were on watch today to take a nap." Bellamy opened his mouth to object, but she raised a hand to stop him. "Everyone else will continue with the foxholes, and in a few hours, we'll switch them out."

Sawyer made it to the parachute and pushed it aside to leave, but Bellamy's words stopped her.

"Sawyer," Bellamy spoke, causing the Wesley girl to look back toward him, "it's okay to show that you're scared."

Sawyer's lips twitched up a bit. "I'll have myself a good cry when all this is over," she quipped and then spun on her heel to head out into the dark morning.

_______

It took Sawyer several minutes to locate all the delinquents who were on guard duty that day. She rounded them up and told them to take a couple hours to rest, before they needed to return and let others do the same. Everyone else proceeded to dig the remaining foxholes, while Raven finished placing her landmines.

Once she diffused the thick tension created by Bellamy, Sawyer returned to camp in time for the radio hooked to her hip to crackle to life. But not with a question or a demand from Bellamy, or even those on guard.

The speaker erupted with the frightened voice of Jasper Jordan, followed by the harsh reply of John Murphy.

"Okay. Okay, it's cool," Jasper exclaimed, sounding far away, like he did not hold the radio close to his mouth.

"No, it's not," Murphy shot back. His voice even further from the radio. "You know what'll happen to me if you tell Sawyer and Bellamy."

Sawyer's stomach lurched. Tell them what? What did Murphy do?

As if hearing her thoughts, Bellamy questioned into his own radio, "tell Sawyer and Bellamy what?"

A beat of silence passed, before Jasper shouted through the device, "Murphy has a gun. He killed Myles..."

Sawyer's eyes widened when a scuffle cut the Jordan boy off. She picked up her pace and ran for the dropship, where Myles had been moved after they found him. Bellamy yelled into the radio for Murphy, but he did not answer. At least, not in words. Sawyer reached the dropship as someone inside raised the hatch, sealing the only entrance and exit up tight.

Bellamy met Sawyer in front of the dropship, trying to get Murphy to respond. "Murphy! Murphy! Open the damn door!"

Sawyer would have screamed for Murphy to lower the hatch, but she knew that it would not help them. After what Jasper said, that Murphy killed Myles and most likely attacked him to keep him quiet, he would not just let them waltz inside. Sawyer knew Murphy too well. The last time he cornered himself in a similar situation, he set fire to a guard's quarters and got himself arrested. Now that they were on Earth, the end result could be a whole lot worse.

Sawyer snapped to the radio held in Bellamy's hand when Murphy finally replied.

"You try to be a hero, Jasper dies."

Sawyer ground her teeth together and exchanged a flat look with Bellamy.

Fucking John Murphy.

_______

As the morning sun rose above the horizon, the sky lightened through a series of purples, pinks, and oranges before it settled on a pale blue. Sawyer would have marveled at the beautiful sight, if she were not so worried that Murphy would blow Jasper head off inside the sealed dropship.

Word spread throughout the camp about what happened. Delinquents who were supposed to finish the foxholes and landmines gathered around to watch the scene unfold. Bellamy tried to get them to go back to their tasks. No one listened. Sawyer should have helped him get everyone back on track, but she knew that many of them were just worried and concerned about Jasper.

Others just wanted an excuse to not work, although Sawyer chose to ignore that. She had more important things to worry about.

Sawyer's fingers drummed in rapid succession against her pant covered thigh. Her eyes never left the closed hatch of the dropship, not wanting to miss anything. Bellamy did the same at her side, tapping his foot against the mound of dirt that once held the massive hatch. Neither of them moved since Murphy's demand that he would kill Jasper. They did not want to risk the boy's life.

The sound of footsteps alerted them to someone approaching at a fast pace. Sawyer turned, hoping that it was Raven who they asked to search for another way into the dropship, but instead she found Octavia.

"I just heard Murphy has Jasper," Octavia huffed, trying to catch her breath from running across camp.

Bellamy turned to his sister with a flat look. "Yeah. South foxhole all done?"

Octavia stared at him in disbelief. "What? Bellamy, my friend's in there with a killer," she exclaimed, pointing toward the dropship.

"O, look around," Bellamy replied and gestured to the delinquents who stood nearby. "No one's working. If the Grounders attack us, right now, we're all dead."

Octavia's eyes narrowed into a glare and turned to the other leader. "Sawyer? Seriously?"

Sawyer went to speak, but she closed her mouth without uttering a word. They already had a plan in motion, and anything else could get Jasper killed.

Octavia scoffed and whirled on her heel, stomping closer to the dropship and all but screams, "Murphy!" Bellamy rushed after her to get her to stop, but she continued, "Murphy, if you even touch Jasper, I swear to God, you're dead."

Bellamy grabbed his sister's arm, forcing her to face him. "Octavia, we've got this."

Octavia snatched out of his hold and shot back, "really? Because it doesn't look like you're doing anything about it."

Sawyer would have defended her co-leader to his sister, but Raven rushed up to them and lowered her voice so no one else could hear.

"Sawyer, Bellamy, you were right. There's a loose panel on the back," Raven told them. "If I can pop it, we can get in through the floor."

Sawyer nodded to the mechanic. "Do it. I'll come help in a minute."

Raven nodded in return and then turned to do what she was asked.

Sawyer looked back to Octavia, finding an apologetic expression on her face.

"Sorry," Octavia muttered to both leaders.

Bellamy accepted his sister apology, before he raised his radio up to his mouth. "Murphy, I know you can hear me. All our ammo and food is in the middle level. You know that. You're leaving us vulnerable to an attack. I can't let that happen."

Sawyer looked to Bellamy with furrowed brows. Murphy did not care that all of their supplies were in the dropship. He only cared about not facing the consequences of his actions. He would watch the Grounders kill them all, if that meant he stayed alive.

A few moments later, Murphy answered, "yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, you're not exactly in control, right now."

Sawyer scoffed. Like they did not know that.

"Come on, Murphy," Bellamy retorted, unbothered by the boy's statement. "You don't want to hurt Jasper. You want to hurt me. So, what do you say? How about you trade him for me?"

Sawyer's brows rose, while Octavia snapped, "no."

Bellamy ignored both of them. "All you have to do is let him go, and I'll take his place.

Sawyer shook her head. "This is a bad idea," she said, capturing the man's attention. "Murphy's unstable. The last time I saw him like this, he almost killed a guard by setting his room on fire. Just imagine what he could do with a gun."

Before Bellamy could say anything, Murphy asked, "how?"

"Sawyer's right," Octavia added. "Bellamy, if you do this, he'll kill you."

Bellamy set his sole attention on his sister. "If I don't, he'll kill Jasper." He met Sawyer's gaze for a brief second.

Sawyer wanted to object, but he was right. If Bellamy did not trade himself for Jasper, Murphy would kill the boy without a second thought. "You better know what you're doing, Blake."

Bellamy nodded and pressed the button to talk into the radio. "Simple. You open the door, I walk in, he walks out."

Silence filled the air for a long stretch of time until the dropship hatch creaked and began to lower to the ground.

"Just you, Bellamy," Murphy stated. "Unarmed."

Bellamy turned to Sawyer and removed the rifle that hung off his shoulder. "Take this," he said, handing it to her.

Sawyer took the weapon and slung the strap over her torso to let it hang at her side.

"Ten seconds, or I'll put one in Jasper's leg," Murphy exclaimed when the hatch hit the mound of dirt below it. "One..."

"Raven will find a way to get you out," Octavia told her brother.

"Two – three..."

Bellamy gave her a look of reassurance. "I can handle Murphy." He shifted his gaze to Sawyer. "Get everyone back to work. The Grounders are still coming."

"Four – five..."

Sawyer nodded. "I'll handle it. And seriously, don't underestimate Murphy."

Bellamy did not say another word and strode up to the end of the dropship hatch. "I'm here," he shouted, forcing Murphy to stop counting. He paused for a moment, before he tossed the parachute aside and stepped inside.

After a couple seconds, Jasper stumbled out and toppled off the edge of the hatch. His hands were bound behind his back and an old harness strap was tied around his mouth. Sawyer and Octavia ran to his side, helping him remove the bonds, while the dropship hatch rose back into place.

As soon as she made sure Jasper was alright, Sawyer set her stare on the younger Blake. "Octavia, do what Bellamy said. Get those foxholes finished." She then looked to Jasper. "You and me are gonna go help Raven save Bellamy's ass."

_______

Without a moment to spare, Sawyer and Jasper exited camp and rounded the wall to the backside of the dropship. Raven used some kind of tool to pry one of the panels open. Sawyer handed Bellamy's gun over to Jasper, seeing as he used them more than her, and kept her hands free to assist Raven.

Once the bolts and other things keeping the piece of metal secure were removed, Sawyer and Raven raised it high enough for the three of them to crawl inside. They were careful to not make a lot of noise, knowing that Bellamy and Murphy were right above them, as they entered the bottom of the dropship.

When the panel closed behind them and plunged the space into the dark, Sawyer pulled one of their few operational flashlights and shone it around. Dozens, if not hundreds, of wires and tubes lined the walls and covered various apparatuses she did not know the name of. She hoped Raven did.

"Very cool," Raven muttered as she took in the sight of the dropship's internal workings.

Sawyer rolled her eyes. Raven was such a nerd.

"Stop thinking like a mechanic, and find me something to shoot through," Jasper said, crouching low enough to still grip rifle in his hands as he walked.

"Well, this mechanic's gonna hotwire the door," Raven stated and glanced around, looking for something to help her do just that.

Sawyer's knees ached as she approached a large, metal pipe that ran along the entire length of the dropship. "I'm okay with either. We just need to get this over with before Murphy kills Bellamy," she told them. Her voice no louder than a whisper. Anything more could alert their actions to Murphy, and that could get them shot at.

"There's the hatch," Jasper voiced when he came across the hatch that lead to the ladder.

Sawyer shook her head, shining her light toward him. "No use. It locks from their side, so don't try it. You'll make too much noise."

"Damn it," Jasper hissed at her statement. "He's up there because of me." His voice came out louder than it should have.

Raven shushed the boy. "Help me find the door circuit."

"We lost Clarke. We can't lose Bellamy, too," Jasper exclaimed.

Sawyer gave the Jordan boy a harsh glare. "Jasper, shut the hell up," she whisper-yelled toward him. "They are literally on top of us."

Right then, Murphy's voice came out clearer as if to confirm her words.

"Good. I'll have to shoot through the floor." Jasper tightened his grip on the rifle and lifted it. "I just need to figure out where Murphy is."

Raven rushed over to him and shook her head. "Bad idea." She raised the flashlight in her hand to the pipe Sawyer started to crawl under. The light illuminated the labels placed on its surface, one of them happened to be the contents inside. Hydrazine. Raven reached up and knocked on the metal, causing the liquid to slosh around the pipe. "Holy shit. There's tons of it."

Sawyer's eyes widened. She did not have to be a mechanic to know about hydrazine. It was the equivalent to rocket fuel. A highly volatile liquid that could explode with the slightly spark. How did they not know something so dangerous sat in their camp?

"The engines fired late on the way down," Jasper stated, remembering their rough landing. He looked to Sawyer and Raven with a round stare. "We can make more bombs."

Sawyer nodded, tearing her gaze away from the hydrazine. "We can do that – later. Right now, have other things to do."

"And from now on, no shooting, you got me?" Raven told him.

Before Jasper could respond, a shot rang out over their heads. Sawyer jumped, almost dropping her flashlight. She started to worry if Murphy snapped and shot Bellamy, but relief flooded her body when she heard both of their voices.

"Raven," Sawyer voiced, drawing the Reyes girl's attention to her, "get the door open."

Raven nodded. She shined her flashlight around the space, stopping on a metal box on the farthest wall. "That should be where I can find the door's circuit." She crawled over to it and popped open its door.

Sawyer followed after Raven and knelt next to her, holding up her light for the girl to see the wires in the box. She held no knowledge that related to wiring or mechanics, but the task looked near impossible. How was Raven supposed to open the dropship's hatch from there?

Bellamy and Murphy's voices were faint above their heads. Sawyer wished that she could hear what they said, wanting to know if Bellamy was in as much trouble as she believed, but that might bring attention to themselves. If they could hear Bellamy and Murphy, then that meant Bellamy and Murphy could hear them.

Raven did not make it far in her work, before another gunshot pinged through the metal flooring. Sawyer flinched from the sound, hoping that the bullet hit somewhere far from them. The shot would have worried her, but Murphy's voice followed after. If he did shoot Bellamy, he most likely would not talk afterward.

"Raven," Sawyer hissed to the mechanic.

Jasper added his own warning. "We need to do this, now."

Raven continued to fiddle with wires inside the metal box. "I'm working as fast as I can. The wires for the door are mixed in with the ignition system. Sparking the wrong one would be bad."

Sawyer paused, setting her attention on the Reyes girl. "Let's not do that, please."

Raven blew out a short breath, keeping her stare on the wires. "I'll try not to." She glanced over the box for several more minutes, before she glanced to Sawyer and Jasper. "I think I found it. Get outside. Be ready when it opens."

Jasper did what he was told and moved toward the loose panel.

Sawyer, on the other hand, remained in her knelt position. "You still need me to hold the light," she said when the Reyes girl sent her a sharp stare.

Raven pondered her words, before she sighed. "Fine. Keep it steady."

Sawyer nodded, holding the flashlight close enough for Raven to see all the components inside the metal box. She watched the girl work fast, pulling out a red wire to strip off the colored coating. Raven grabbed another red wire, repeating the sequence, and then forced their exposed ends together.

A series of sparks flashed from the contact, causing Sawyer and Raven to jump back to avoid being electrocuted. Both of them yelped at the sizzling light, before their eyes widened. They made noise.

Sawyer lunged for the ground as gunfire slammed into the metal above them. She raised her arms to protect her head, not that it would protect her from a fast-moving bullet. White, hot pain erupted across her left thigh as one of the bullets ripped through her skin. She tried to hold back the scream that wanted to expel from her lungs, but she clenched her jaw and muffled the sound.

The shots ended as fast as they started. Sawyer's breathes came out in pants, lowering her shaky arms from where she gripped the back of her head. She groaned, almost yelling from the sting that encompassed her entire thigh. With a hard intact of air, she pushed herself up from the ground to take in the damage. Her eyes flickered down to her leg, but she could not see in the darkness. She scrambled for her fallen flashlight, lifting it up to see the deep gash that torn through the fabric of her pants and skin. Not a full gunshot wound. A graze. Blood poured from the wound, forcing her to grab the end of her shirt and rip off a the hem in a long strip.

Once she tied it tight around the wound, Sawyer looked around the space for Raven. At first, she could not see the girl, but she gasped when her light fell over her. Raven leaned heavily against the metal box, lowering her hand from where she grasped some of the wires. It was in that moment that Sawyer heard gears whirl above them. She opened the dropship hatch. Sawyer almost smiled until her gaze dropped to the red stain that began to form on the girl's stomach.

"Oh, my God. Raven," Sawyer exclaimed, shuffling over to help the mechanic.

Raven winced, breathing hard as she set her back against the box behind her. "Murphy's such a dick."

Sawyer nodded and knelt next to the girl. "Yeah. He really is." She leaned down looped her arm around Raven's waist, causing her to cry out, but she ignored her and began to carry her toward the loose panel.

They made it halfway before a loud bang rocked the dropship. Sawyer stumbled, hissing from the pain in her thigh, while Raven shouted from her serious gunshot wound.

"I'm gonna kill Murphy," Sawyer grumbled, all but dragging the Reyes girl alongside her. "And I'm not just saying it, this time. I'm really gonna kill him. That selfish, self-serving jackass."

Raven forced out a tight laugh as they made it to the panel. "If we survive past today, I'll help you do it."

"The more the merrier," Sawyer said, pushing the panel up high enough for Raven to crawl out. She followed, helping the Reyes girl up after she tripped to the ground.

Both girls hobbled around the camp's walls to reach the gate. Sawyer expected to hear the delinquents on guard shot about their presence, but she did not hear anyone. In fact, she did not see anyone poised over their heads when they grew close to the gate.

Shouts filtered through the air as Sawyer and Raven entered the camp. Two of them all too familiar. "Help!" she called out when everything fell silent. "Help us!"

Sawyer took in the sight of pure chaos. All of the delinquents rushed about, grabbing plastic bins and bags to loop over their shoulders. In the center of it all, Clarke and Bellamy stood, facing each other with conflicting expressions. Octavia, Finn, and Jasper were next to them, sharing looks of confusion and fear.

At the sound of Sawyer's shout, they turned to see the two girls struggle through the entrance of camp.

"Raven!" Finn ran forward, grabbing the mechanic from Sawyer's arms.

Raven yelped, but she allowed the boy to lift her up and off her feet.

"Murphy shot her," Sawyer breathed, lowering her arms to swing at her sides.

"Get her into the dropship!" Clarke commanded.

Finn did not have to be told twice and carried Raven in the direction of the dropship.

Sawyer's chest heaved as she stepped forward. She winced when a shock of pain rippled from her thigh to her toes. It caused her to trip and almost sent her to the ground if Jasper had not caught her. "Murphy also shot me. Well, grazed," she corrected, leaving into the boy's side. She looked over to where Clarke and Bellamy already stood, already staring back at her with shocked stares. "So, what'd I miss?"

<January 19, 2020>

This chapter is really long, and I don't care. I just really didn't want to divide it up.

Anyway, there's only one or two more chapters left in Season 1 and Part 1 of this book. I hope you guys are ready, because they're gonna be a wild ride.

Don't forget to vote and comment.

-Jordan

P.S. Unedited chapter.