One the second night, the Blake siblings prepare their makeshift sleeping bags and spread it across the forest floor. For some reason, both love sleeping outside; it gets chilly but they barely feel it and being outside feels natural; feels like a necessity that they can’t understand and much less explain. They seem to crave the smell of nature, the sounds of night birds and crickets and the cool breeze that blows through their camp. Both think that maybe it’s because all they’ve ever known has been a big metal box. Now, living on the ground, there is opportunity to go from place to place without the threat of being locked up or being reminded that you belong to a certain station or social class.
Laying on the sleeping bag, beside a warm fire, Bellamy reminisces about the day’s events. That morning, he, Jasper and Monty searched the dropship to see if they could find bigger containers to store water and make less trips, unfortunately, they only found two containers, gallon sized. It wasn’t a lot but it definitely helped. Scavenging around, Harper, an omega and Monroe a beta found two large, metal drums; all rusty on the inside but they tore one of the tents and lined it inside the drum to be able to store water. “With these large drums we can probably store water for like a week so we don’t have to go often to get water,” Harper commented, admiring her patch up job on the tent’s material to make the drum as waterproof as possible. It took three teams twelve trips to fill both drums but after, they all felt a sense of accomplishment.
At seeing progress being made, Bellamy decided to scavenge around the dropship in search of food or anything useful. He took one of the daggers and spears that Murphy and Atom had made and walked out to the forest. He had been scavenging around for about two hours and had nothing. He could hear the little critters scurrying around the forest floor but couldn’t really tell exactly where they were. He wanted to set up traps. “If I can’t kill them, maybe I can trap them,” he muttered to himself. “Now how exactly is a trap made?” he asked no one in particular. He knew what had to be done, the problem was he had no idea how to do it. All he had with him was some sturdy string.
“Make a snare to trap food,” a voice whispered. The voice had a deep, male tone and it sounded almost like a growl. He was startled and jumped around to see who said it but there was no one around and asked, “Hello? Is anyone out there?” No answer. “Hmm… that’s strange. Now how do I do this? I heard one of the kids say something about finding an animal trail,” he murmured to himself so he walked around for a few minutes until he found an animal trail he thought was a wild rabbit track. The tracks were definitely small. “Well if it isn’t a rabbit then it's a small game. It’ll still work,” he tells himself.
“Look for the narrowest part of the trail and set up a snare,” the voice said. Again Bellamy turned around to see if there was anyone with him but he was alone. He had heard that the old world believed in ghosts and wondered if there was any truth to that now that he’s hearing a voice. “Cut a piece of branch at an angle then bury it into the ground with a little force so that the food won’t escape,” the voice continued.
“Wow! What the fuck! Who said that?!” Bellamy said aloud, looking wildly at the surrounding area.
“Just do it fool!” the voice said growling back. “And no more hellos! Hello here and hello there; fucking annoying! Grrr...grrr,” the voice growled said with finality.
“I’m definitely crazy. I wonder if Jasper put something in the water. I’m gonna have to ask him,” Bellamy muttered but did as the voice told him. After burying the stick into the ground the voice said, “Now, take the string and tie it to the stick and place leaves and sticks to camouflage it and then walk away.” Bellamy was still confused but did as the voice told him and walked away, shivering at the thought that maybe there were ghosts in the forest.

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Where We Come From ✅ [Complete]
WerewolfA story in which we must know where we come from in order to know where we are going and who we are. The Ark is controlled by the Elites made up of the Chancellor, Council and highly specialized professionals. The Elites have rigorously altered thei...