Murfamy (The 100)

Chapter 3: Into The Mountain

Narrator's POV -

After the virus that once infected Murphy passes, the grounders came to attack them.

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"We should leave. It's not safe here," Clarke says, waiting for Bellamy to finally leave camp. They weren't even 10 minutes out, when theGrounders attack; surrounded them, so they all ran back into the camp.

"Back inside! It's a trap!" Clarke shouts. Everyone soon follows suit; hiding in the drop ship.

"Ready?" Clarke asks Jasper, who holds the controller for the bomb. He hits the button, nothing happens.

"Wha-"

*BOOM*

An explosion goes off outside, Onya rushes out, as soon as the drop ship door releases.

Everyone steps out of the drop ship too.

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Murphy's POV -

'The hell was that?' I think, hauling ass back to the place I use to call home.

I hide in a nearby bush to get a better look, but also so no one can notice him. I see everyone standing outside, but that's not what first catches my eye.

The ship was chard to a crisp. 'They made a bomb?? Without me too..' I think, stepping out into the open from hiding in the bushes.

Just as I was about to speak; a sputtering sound fills ears, and a cloud of red smoke suddenly appears. I inhale it....

I felt so dizzy, my thoughts now clouded with nothing. I pass out...

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When I come to, I hear a beeping sound. Just as I get to notice my surroundings before opening my eyes, I notice a very bright light shining through my eyelids.

I open my eyes.

It stings on how bright the room is. Once my eyes adjust, I look around. 'A...bed? Too bright....there's too much white in this damn room-' My thoughts nonsensical and rapid in my head.

I sit up, wondering why I was in a room. "Where am I?" I ask aloud, to no one in particular.

As if my question gets an answer, the door on the other side of the room opens. Two men walk in wearing large white suits.

Both men stand on either side of my bed. One holds me down while the other one sticks something thin and sharp into my arm.

Instantly, I recognize the sensation of pain in my arm. A needle...

I pass out once more... I hate needles.

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Again, I regain my consciousness. However, this time waking up, was different. I was in a large open room with multiple beds, all in a line across the back wall.