The first thing Harley put into her bag was her deck of cards. Clarke had ordered that the delinquents packed what they could carry, whatever consisted of important supplies. Obviously she had put more important supplies in it, but the small square box had fit in perfectly and it was something she knew she couldn't leave it behind. Harley had no idea who, or what, would accept them in the ocean, but she knew it was the only plan they had momentarily. Anything was better than staying and fighting in a war.

Exiting her tent, Harley slung the bag's strap over her shoulder. The delinquents were already gathering today, ordering where the gunners would be incase the grounder's were close. Most of them would be in the front of the line, but a few would be in the middle and the end. Knowing that Clover was one of them, Harley stalked towards her with a timid smile. "Hey," she greeted the blonde. "Want to use the buddy system?"

The small joke cracked a content smile out of Clover. "Usually the buddy system requires holding hands, which I wouldn't mind, if it wasn't for.." She angled her gun to the side. Harley felt a hot blush creep up her neck and she turned her head shyly before Clover noticed.

"Okay, here we go! Keep your eyes open!" A delinquent called out, the one in the lead. He motioned for everyone to follow him out after the gate was pushed open.

Harley sucked in a deep breath, clutching the strap of her bag as she followed the others outside of what was one their home. She didn't know what was waiting in the woods, or even the ocean, for all of them. Bellamy had put out the fire, and a white smoke poured out, filling the air. She hoped the grounders would see it, and think they were surrendering. Harley tried not to worry, and instead focus on what was important.

Raven had been shot by Murphy, and Clarke was hoping the bullet left would stay put until they got somewhere safe. She knew it was an accident, or it had to be, but all that mattered was that it was done and the poor mechanic could be dying. They didn't have Doctor Griffin this time, only Clarke, and Harley hoped she could fix her.

Gazing ahead, Harley saw Raven being carried on a made stretcher by Finn and another. She looked tired, and was clearly in a lot of pain. Harley bit her lower lip, slowing her pace but still keeping careful of stepping over branches sticking out of the ground. She felt guilty, even though she had nothing to do with it. She thought that maybe it was somehow her fault, that Murphy's actions were her responsibility, because they were twins.

Snapping Harley out of her thoughts, Clover quite literally snapped her fingers in Harley's face. The blonde had been watching the other daze as they walked for a while, watching as her expression turned to one of guilt and remorse. She wasn't stupid, it didn't take a genius to know what Harley was staring at and thinking. "Welcome back," she addressed when seeing that Harley was there again. Clover was quiet, trying to find the words, before breaking it to her gently. "It wasn't your fault, what he did," she stated, referring to Murphy. "You shouldn't be held accountable for his decisions. He's a big boy that can accept mistakes."

"I could have stopped him," Harley tried to argue. "Went inside with Bellamy, calmed him down, tried to.. To show him the better side of things."

Clover shook her head, lowering her gun and dropping her guard. "Harley, you can't save everyone."

She was right, and Harley knew that. No matter how optimistic and hopeful that she was, some people wouldn't see it and couldn't be saved. Despite so, it wouldn't stop her from trying. She knew they were on their way to the ocean, where Harley might never see Murphy again, but Clover had wanted her to know that she at least tried to stop him.

All of a sudden, the delinquents in front of Harley came to a stop. She came to a halt, dropping her hand and standing on her tiptoes to try and see what was happening. Clover was back on guard almost immediately, holding her gun upwards and looking around. The way to the ocean was over a hundred mile trail, and they knew the large group wouldn't stop for nothing.

Harley could only hear a loud whizzing sound, before seeing a flash of silver spin through the air. It was only for a split second, as it striked immediately on a boy's face, killing him instantly and making his body fall to the ground. Harley let out a short cry, covering her mouth with her bended arm. They were caught.

Everyone was panicking, especially Jasper, who snapped with a loud scream.

"Grounders!"

Bellamy ordered a retreat, demanding in rough shouting that everyone fall back to camp. Harley felt frozen in place, staring with teary and frightened eyes at the deceased boy. Had it not been for Clover grabbing her upper arm and forcing her to run, she wasn't sure she would have. She felt like she was going to be sick from the terror as Clover dragged her in the direction everyone was running, the way they came from, back to camp. Harley could hear the delinquent's screaming in panic as they ran past the gates, where she wasn't sure they'd ever be safe.

Once they were all back in camp with the gate slid shut, Harley turned around, seeing Clarke and Bellamy peering over the top wall and into the woods. "Be careful!" She called out to them, not being able to handle seeing either of the leaders being impaled as well.

Nodding, Clarke turned around, calling out to Finn who appeared on the other side of Harley. "Lincoln said the scouts would be the first to arrive!"

Appearing on Finn's other side, Octavia bravely stalked forward. "If it's just scouts, we can fight our way out," she declared fearlessly. "That's what Lincoln would do."

"We're done doing what the grounder would do," Bellamy retorted in disgust, stepping down from the wall to face his sister. "We tried it and now Drew is dead. You want to be next?"

"That grounder saved our lives!" Finn argued. "I agree with Octavia. For all we know, there's one scout out there."

Looking back to Drew's body that was sprawled on the ground, awaiting to be buried with the other's, Clover cut in. "One scout with insanely good aim. Is it worth it?" She asked, turning back to narrow her blue eyes at Finn.

Bellamy looked up to Clarke, awaiting her decision. "Looking to you, Princess," he encouraged her. "What's it gonna be? Run and get picked off out in the open, or stand in fight back?"

Uneasy, Harley watched as Clarke mulled over the only two options they had. She didn't know, personally, what she wanted. But this was a war that would leave none of them standing, and she knew without a doubt she didn't want that. Finn had tried to convince her different, but the princess made her choice.

"Lincoln said scouts," Clarke pointed out, hopping off the wall. "More than one. He said; "Get home before the scouts arrive." Finn, they're already here." She turned to Bellamy, ignoring Finn dropping his head in displeasure. "Looks like you've got your fight."

The permission was all Bellamy needed. He nodded back, before calling out to the others. "This is what we've been preparing for! Kill them before they kill us!" He encouraged them. Harley shook her head, unstable, and pressing her palms to her forehead, brushing her hair out of the way. This wasn't right, she thought. "Gunners, to your posts. Use the tunnels to get in and out! From now on, the gate stays closed!"

"Go in the dropship, Harley," Clover ordered the distressed girl, knowing that being a gunner, she had to leave her side. She knew that Harley was one of the very few delinquents that could hardly wield a knife and couldn't defend herself, and it was the safest place that she'd be for now until something was figured out. "Stay there unless you absolutely have to leave."

"I - I can't just.." Harley couldn't figure out the words in her stammer, but she knew Clover was right. She was useless in the war that was coming. She couldn't kill a bug, an animal, let alone a human being wielding a sharp weapon as a warrior.

Giving Harley soft eyes, Clover reached up with her one free hand that wasn't holding her gun and grasped Harley's chin gently. Before Harley knew what was happening, Clover was pulling her in and kissing her softly, as if she was afraid Harley would break at the touch. She wasn't sure if she was crumbling or melting, but she could feel her heart swell with affection. For a single moment, Harley felt as if she was safe. Like they weren't in the middle of war. All too soon, it was over.

Clover had no choice but to pull away. Her hand slid up to the side of Harley's face, touching her cheek fondly. "That was just in case I don't get to do it later." She let Harley process her feelings for a moment, before turning away and running to her gunner post through the tunnel. Not knowing if Clover was right, and that was the last time she might ever see her, Harley went in the other direction towards the dropship with her heart pounding in her chest. She's never been in a relationship, but she knew there had to be something special bound to happen.

When Harley pushed aside the curtain, Bellamy, Clarke, and Raven were already there. They had a map laid out on a table with small structures of their camp. It was the battlefield. The leader was talking into his walkie talkie, throwing orders at the gunners as Harley approached the table.

"If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back," Bellamy finally stated, looking up at Clarke to inform her. He seemed hopeful, but it wasn't a solid plan.

"And then?" Clarke urged.

Raven sighed, shifting into a more comfortable position from where she laid back. "And then we close the door and pray," she finished.

"And pray what?" Clarke continued. "That the ship keeps them out? Because it won't." Harley felt herself shudder at the thought of all her friends either dying outside of the dropship or dying inside when the grounders forced their way through.

Raising his walkie talkie again, Bellamy began informing the gunners to inflict as many casualties as possible to hold them off long enough to turn back. Harley tilted her head back, looking at the ceiling of the dropship. She missed The Ark, the stars, the comforting night sky and being in space without the threat of war no matter how beautiful Earth was. She breathed out slowly, treasuring the idea.

Harley wished it was different. "Anyone else starting to wish that we could blast back into space?" She asked, joking with a light tone. Even in the middle of war, she wanted the air to be brightened up with her hopefulness.

"Not now, Harley," Bellamy cut in, irked.

"Wait, no," Clarke protested. "Keep talking."

Confused, Harley shrugged. "I mean, that was it really? Was just thinking of how nice it'd be to be back in space, peaceful."

"That's just it," Clarke spoke, quiet and realizing. She looked past Harley towards Raven, seeming more bright than she was before. "You said there's fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build a hundred bombs?"

Raven shook her head. "I also said we've got no gunpowder left."

"I don't want to build a bomb," Clarke declared simply before gazing to Harley, catching her wide eyes with a grateful expression. "I want to blast off."

Suddenly very intrigued, Raven inhaled sharply and grinned. "Draw them in close," she finished for Clarke. "Fire the rockets. A ring of fire." Harley was amazed that Clarke could come up with such an idea, one that could possibly save them all.

"Barbecued grounders," Bellamy commented, pleased. "I like it."

"Could you do it in your condition?" Harley asked Raven, knowing the mechanic was in a lot of pain.

Nodding, Raven confirmed that she could. "Give me a hand and enough time. I'll cook them real good," she promised.