Survivors

Chapter 25- Threat

Clarke Griffin:

"Clarke!" Charlotte yells as we are shaken side to side. I grab her shirt and pull her closer towards me. Only 10 of us are inside the drop-ship, me and the 9 young ones. We huddle in a corner like a mother hen and her chicks. What's happening? Is it an earthquake? Could grounders be rocking the drop-ship? Whatever it is, it tips us farther and farther until the side of the drop-ship makes contact with the ground. I'm surrounded with young ones. No, not surrounded; more like suffocating underneath all of the young ones. We struggle to get a breath of air.

"Open the door!" I hear a muffled shout from the outside. It almost sounded like Jasper's voice.

"Jasper? Is that you?" I ask, my voice shaking a bit. I'm trying to be brave. I'm trying so hard, but I'm terrified.

"Yes...yes, Clarke it's me. Open the door." I look up. It's so dark in the drop-ship, that I can barely see the faces of the children, no the less a lever that opens the door. Little Rays of light trickle out of the frame of the door and I see something that shines. The lever.

"Jasper, I see the lever, but I can't reach it. That side has become the roof." I say, standing on the tips of my toes, trying to reach it.

"Clarke, just figure out a way and please...I beg you...hurry." Something seems wrong about his tone of voice. Something seems off.

"Charlotte, if I pick you up, can you reach it?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders.

"I can try." she says quietly. I place my hands on her tiny frame and pick her up. I can't help but notice how light she is. She stretches out her finger tips to the longest point possible, but she can't quite reach it.

"Um..." I begin searching around, trying to find anything that can help. "Noah, hand me that wad of seat belts would you?" He nods and tosses them towards me. I give out two to each kid and instruct them to tie them together. Just a couple minutes later, we've made a long strand of seat belts. I throw it into the air, and in luck, it loops past the lever and comes back down. I pull, but the lever won't budge. "Jasper? You still there?" I ask.

"Yes, Clarke. I'm here! Do you have it yet?"

"No, it won't budge!" I yell, frustratingly. I pull again but it still won't move one bit. My hands start to sting and my back aches from arching back.

"Clarke," Jasper starts. I wipe my forehead from the beads of sweat that start to form. He's not helping at all.

"Jasper, now's not a great time-" I start but he cuts me off.

"They're giving you 5 minutes." He starts to whimper.

"Who's they?" I demand.

"The grounders, Clarke. The grounders are giving you 5 minutes!"

"Or what?" I ask, tauntingly. Some of the kids giggle a bit but others take it seriously and shush them.

"Or else they'll kill Bellamy."

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