WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 TWENTY-TWO ・*:·. ⇌ ஜ .·:*

   After about twenty minutes of trek, most of the sky people had lowered their weapons Their guards were down, and they even had the nerve to start talking. Millie, for some reason she couldn't explain, was holding one side of Raven's make-shift cot. Clarke put a poultice on her wound, but by the paling and swearing of her skin– Millie knew she wasn't out of the woods. Not even close. Finn insisted on helping, maybe he felt remorse for cheating on her with Clarke.

   "Where'd you go?" Bellamy appeared at her side, riffle in hand. Millie glanced over at him, readjusting the grip on Ravens cot. "Hm?" Her hands were suddenly clammy. 

   "When you left." He replied simply, keeping his gaze darting around the forest. "Oh." Millie ran her tongue over her teeth, glancing at Raven who was hardly awake. "Went to find Clarke and Finn." She lied; Bellamy was to be preoccupied to catch it.

   "What happened to your neck?" Millie asked after a beat of silence. She could see Octavia at the front of the group and smiled softly. "Like I said, Murphy." Millie whistles lowly.

   "Guy like that? He won't last long around here." Millie commented. What she didn't know, was she couldn't have been more wrong. "Yeah, well, Murphy's a dick." Bellamy stated, Millie snorted.

   Millie shifts, using her free hand to dig in her pocket. Bellamy eyes her, curious. When she pulls out a thin woven bracelet, Bellamy can't help but laugh, earning a few looks in his direction. It was white and green, woven together with supplies she found in the drop ship earlier that morning. She holds it out to him, diverting her gaze to the trees. 

   Bellamy notices this. "Is this my official friendship bracelet?" 

   Millie nods, fingers fiddling with her own. "Yup, now all I have to do is teach you how to braid my hair and you'll finally get to be friends with me." 

   Bellamy wordlessly slips it on his wrist, staring down at it as he asks, "How'd you, do it?"

   Millie was getting tired of Bellamy's vague questions, and it was evident on her face. "You're going to have to be clearer, sir." She rolled her eyes. Bellamy huffed, "how'd you survive for that long? On your own, and everything."

   Millie didn't have an answer. Well– yes, she did, Lincoln and Apollo. Without them, she'd undoubtedly be a goner by now. "When I find out, I'll tell you." She grumbled lowly.

   "That's frustratingly vague." Bellamy called, the corner of his lip lifting up. Millie gaped. "Oh really? I don't think you're one to talk, snipper." Millie retorted.

   "I don't have the slightest clue what you're talking about." He teases. 

     Millie huffed. "Bellamy Blake, you're going to be the death of me one day."

   And then suddenly everyone halts, and everyone goes so quiet Millie can hear the birds in the trees.

   A sharp sound like that of a thunk causes multiple gasps from the front of the crowd. Millies muscles stiffen and her sword is pulled out in front of her. Her senses have become sharper; everything is more in focus.