The 100 (fanfic)

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More and more people started to come into the drop ship. Most had blood coming out of somewhere in their face. So far the only people I really knew that had it was Clarke and Murphy. Clarke and me took care of everyone in the drop ship making sure they got water. If they started to throw up we'd have to turn them over so they wouldn't choke.

I walked over to murphy grabbing a reg and cleaning his wounds a little but more. He had huge gashes all over his face. Blood was every where on him and I figured in some places he probably needed stitches.

Bellamy slowly walked in, his gun tightly in his hands.

"Is this your revenge? Helping the grounders kill us?" Bellamy asked looking around.

"I didn't know about this," Hi choked. " I swear-."

"Stop lying! When are they coming?" Bellamy yelled cutting off Murphy. Clarke and I both stopped what we were doing and Clarke came over by us.

"Murphy think. What can you tell us that's useful," Clarke asked. "Did you hear anything?"

Murphy started to shake his head," they are vicious."

"You wanna see viscous?" Bellamy hissed walking forward.

"Enough Bellamy," I said through gritted teeth.

"Don't touch him. Whatever this thing is, it spreads through contact," Clarke put her hand out.

"Clarke!" Finn said running in.

"Finn you shouldn't be in here, no one should," Clarke looked at us.

"I heard you were sick," He sighed. "Clarke, what is this?"

"I don't know, some kind of hemoratick fever. We just need to contain it before-," one of the guys that were sick inside of the drop ship start to cough and shake.

Clarke started to walk over to him but Finn stopped her.

"Don't touch me. Wash your hands or you'll get sick," She said.

The guy started to throw up blood. When I tried to help him Bellamy stopped me.

All of a sudden the guy fell over, dead.

"Why'd you stop me? I could've helped him!" I yelled.

"I don't want you to get sick," He was still holding my arm.

"I've been in here all day!" I ripped out of his grasp.

"Bellamy's right, you should wash your hands and get put of here," Clarke sighed. "Here alcohol, hold put our hands."

Clarke dumbed alcohol on both Finn and my hands hoping to disinfect them.

"So what do we do?" Finn asked.

"Quarenteen, round up everyone who had contact with Murphy and bring them here," Clarke said as Finn walked out.

"And everyone they've been in contact with?" Bellamy asked.

"Well we have to start somewhere," Clarke answered. She turned to Connor who was sitting in the corned. "Conner, who was with you when you found Murphy?" She asked. "Who carried him in?"

"The first one there was Octavia," He replied.

Bellamy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped a little. Bellamy quickly ran out of the drop-ship to go find where she was. Clarke and I looked at each other.

"Beth, Finn you guys gotta go," She sighed.

"I'll go help Bellamy," I said starting to run out but Clarke grabbed my arm.