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Dakota walked back into the mess hall and found Clarke sitting in a chair in the corner away from everyone. Her head was hung low as she stared down at a map of Mt. Weather she had drawn on to try and find a route that would allow us to escape this place. We had just seen the body an hour ago and with everything they had showed us, pointed to that he was shot by a Grounder, not one of our people. Dakota watched as Clarke angrily ripped out her map of Mount Weather into a ball.

She shook her head and got up from the chair she was currently sitting in beside Miller, who was arm wrestling a kid named Julian.

"Someone looks overjoyed." Dakota walked over with a half smile on her face. Clarke didn't answer the girl, she just got up from her chair with a shocked look on her face. Dakota furrowed her eyebrows. "What? What is it?"

"That guy," Clarke gestured over to the man behind Dakota. "he was the one they brought in dying from radiation. He's walking around like nothing happened." Clarke whispered over to her.

Dakota turned her head and saw the man that was covered in radiation just an hour ago, but now he looked ten times better, only a few blotchy patches remained on his skin from the contamination from the outside. He passed the two teenagers with just a glance, and Clarke returned her gaze back on Dakota. "How the hell is that possible?"

Dakota shook her head, not believing what she just saw. "But... he was covered in them. Covered." She spoke with disbelief. "I don't understand."

"Yeah. Neither do I," Clarke muttered.

Dakota followed closely behind Clarke as they stealthily followed Langston to an elevator outside of the mess hall, Dakota watched as he swiped his key card to get through the door and she sighed knowing that they couldn't follow him now. "We need a Key card to get into Medical, game over, Clarke." She mumbled as her mind started to turn gears, trying to find a way past this road block.

"I need to get in there." Clarke said.

"Okay...but without a key card, Dr. Tsing said only patients are allowed in medical."

"Then I'll become a patient," Clarke replied easily. Dakota cocked an eyebrow, but Clarke shook her head. "The less you know, the better. I want you to go back to the mess hall and once you hear that I'm in Medical, I want you to go to Dante and make him let you inside to see me."

Dakota exhaled and shook her head. "Just.. don't leave me behind. I know that feeling all too well." She bit down on her bottom lip as Clarke looked at her and put a reassuring arm over the girl's shoulder.

"You're smart, Dakota. You will find a way." Clarke replied before walking away to do whatever she did to get into that medical room. Dakota watched her walk away and she sighed, making her way back into the Mess Hall.

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Dakota pushed open the doors to Medical after she found out that Clarke was admitted into the Psych ward from Maya. Doctor Tsing looked up from her desk and immediately put a smile on her face.

"Dakota, can I help you?" She asked, turning towards the girl with a chart in her hand.

"Where is Clarke?" She asked as she walked forwards the doctor.

"Clarke is in psych ward." She said calmly as she turned her back towards her.

"I want to see my friend.'" Dakota demanded.

"I'll say this again. Clarke is in psych ward." Dr. Tsing said with a sigh. "She's not allowed to have any visitors at this time, but you are more than welcome to stay here and wait." She said, walking away and sliding her card on the keypad. Dakota watched as the light on the keypad went green, she reached for the door and opened it but before she left, she glanced over at her one last time before walking through the door.

Dakota looked around and that's when she noticed that a spare key card was sitting on her desk. She smirked and walked over to it. "She's as dumb as she looks." Dakota muttered to herself while picking up the card and walking over to the door, waving the key card in front of the heavy door and watching the blinker turn from red to green.

The door unlocked and she stepped inside. She expected to see Clarke on the other side but ended up finding nothing but Sergeant Langston lying next to an unmade bed in a yellow hospital gown. She walked over to the official, noticing the healed burns.

"They... healed.." She breathed, shaking my head. She noticed the dialysis shunt that Dr. Tsing had mentioned earlier when Clarke and her saw the body. Her eyes followed the thick, dark line of blood from a machine, all the way across the left side of the room, and behind a large door.

It was a metal door, gated and crossed with wires and fitted with a silver card-reading lock beside it and a gated circular hole looking into the room.

Dakota turned around and started walking towards the door and swiped the card over the reader, and heard the familiar clicking sound of the lock unlocking. She pushed the door open to let herself inside. The first thing she saw was Clarke bracing up someone by her side. Clarke's head shot up in surprise when the door closed behind Dakota, and relaxed when she saw her.

"Dakota?" Clarke huffed, almost in question. Dakota stepped forward and looked around the dark room, her eyes stopping on the cages and inside of them were people.

"What the hell is this place?" She breathed, looking around. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked over at the two bodies in the middle of the room, dangling upside down.

"We need to get out of here." Clarke replied out of desperation.

"I won't argue with you on that." Dakota said breathlessly as her eyes traveled over the room.

The person that was in Clarke's arms lifted her tired head up just the slightest, catching the dim light in the room. Dakota's eyes narrowed down at the girl, realizing who Clarke was finally carrying. "Grounder Princess still lives?" She snapped not even hiding her distaste for the Grounder.

"Dakota, please." Clarke begged breathless.

"She's not coming, Clarke. Throw her back into the cage."

"Anya comes with us," Clarke argued and Dakota opened her mouth to argue with her, but Clarke interrupted her before she could get anything out. "We don't have time to fight about this, Dakota! We need to leave."

Dakota rolled her eyes before she groaned out. "Fine." She stepped forward and helped Anya swing her arm over her shoulder to help her stand so we could all move to the door to the right that read, 'End Containment Area'. It seemed like a good enough place to start.

Once we were inside the room, the door shut closed behind the three girls. Clarke rushed over to the door, trying to open it up again. Dakota shook Anya's arm off of her and walked over to help Clarke just as a yellow light beamed across the room and a blaring noise filled their ears.

"What is that?" Anya asked as she looked around the room. All of them stood clueless. Clarke stepped back to stand beside Dakota, glancing over at her with a look of confusion

"I don't-" Clarke didn't get to finish the sentence before there was no floor beneath their feet.

Dakota's body dropped instantly and the three girls let out surprised screams as they descended into a large metal slide. Their journey down came to an abrupt stop when they hit the bottom, and Dakota closed her eyes and groaned in pain as she hit her head.

"Shit!" Dakota hissed under her breath as she forced herself up on her elbows, but instead of feeling what she expected to feel, the bottom of the cart-like structure they had been tossed into, she felt the touch of something else that was rather bony and smooth.

Suddenly, Clarke had let out a terrified shout, her knee knocking into Dakota's shoulder as she scrambled to get up. Dakota's eyes bulged out of her skull as she realized what they were all laying in. There were bodies under them and some of them were still alive.

"Anya, take my hand!" Clarke's shouted as Dakota took no time jumping outside of the cart and landing on her two feet outside. Clarke pulled Anya out of the cart with her just as Dakota turned around to face both of them.

"We're out." Clarke breathed in relief.

"It's about fucking time," Dakota mumbled under her breath as her skin crawled with discomfort of being touched with deceased bodies. She took a good look around the place.

"Hey!" Clarke shouted, rushing towards one of the carts and kneeled beside a pile of clothes that were put up against the wall of the caves that we were trapped in. "Come on, get dressed. We can't cover any ground like this."

Dakota walked towards the pile of clothes and started picking through the pile while Anya growled behind them. "I won't leave my people behind."

Clarke looked at the dirt-covered Grounder, she moved back to Anya at a quickened pace with fastened breaths. "Anya, listen to me. My people are still inside that place, too. But they have guards, they have weapons. Once we get out of here, we can find help. We can come back—!"

"There is no 'we'," Anya snapped at Clarke, cutting her off with the harsh statement. Clarke seemed more disheartened than offended. Suddenly voices sounded in the distance, voices of other people but not the guards from Mount Weather. It was different this time, more burly, perhaps. One thing was for sure; it wasn't the men from inside the mountain. Anya looked off into the opening of the cave on the other side of the cart. "Someone's coming."

Anya began to stare as she listened to the voices coming closer. Dakota hurried on pulling a pair of jeans over her bare legs. Clarke looked back at the girl, looking worried as she spoke.

"Not just someone. Reapers."