Where We Come From ✅ [Complete]

Chapter 9: Some Truths Revealed

On the fourth day, as morning arrived, the siblings had already organized the groups and assigned them their different tasks for the day. Octavia didn’t like the idea of leaving Clarke but she and Bellamy had to check on their traps and they also wanted to be alone with their wolves. So, reluctantly, Octavia left Clarke with Jasper and Monty; she preferred her to stay with them. Clarke had come to like them and they seemed to like her as well.

In those three days that the 101 were on the ground, they had accepted Bellamy and Octavia as their leaders. Both possessed an aura that made the group feel safe and protected, not to mention that they were the ones that were providing for all of them. If it weren’t for them, the others didn’t know how long they would have been able to survive on edible roots and quite frankly, eating fish and meat was delicious and so filling and they owed it to the Blake siblings; well most of it anyways. It seemed as if the duo was made to thrive on the ground. “Gosh, fish, meat and even roots are far better than the rations that had little to no flavour,” Harper commented as she sucked on a piece of bone. The others just nodded their head as they were busy diving into freshly grilled meat and smoked fish.

Even Clarke gravitated towards them, especially Octavia and the troublemakers, Murphy, Atom and some others also respected the siblings. Clarke was included as a leader as well since she had become like an intermediary between the delinquents and the Blakes. The others had noticed Octavia’s overprotectiveness towards Clarke so, some of the members that felt shy talking to the siblings oftentimes would go to Clarke and she would take their concerns to the siblings. On this particular day, Clarke, Jasper, Monty and two others decided to search for hidden bunkers. They waited for the Blakes to leave before venturing into the jungle.

“If O knew that Clarke was out of the camp, she’d lose her shit,” Monty said smirking at Clarke. She just rolled her eyes, but internally she was widely grinning. At least they had the good sense of telling Harper where they were going just in case. After a few hours, the group found a bunker and went exploring. There wasn’t much inside; just a few blankets, shirts and pants and so they collected as much as they thought was important. Before they left, Clarke saw a crate in the corner. When she searched the crate she let out a loud happy gasp. There was a scrapbook with empty pages and a set of coloured pencils. Clarke was in heaven.

"Yes!, Yes!, Yes! I can sketch you guys. I’m definitely taking this with me!” she said thrilled and smiling as she packed the items in her backpack. As she was climbing the ladder to the entrance of the bunker, she slipped and fell on her back. Her wristband knocked harshly on the metal ladder. It sparked, made some noise and burned her hand. She hissed in pain and when she looked at it, the wristband wasn’t working anymore, it was completely dead. “Fuck! Oh this is bad, now they’ll think I’m dead. Great!” she muttered as she got up and started climbing back up the opening. Luckily, when they arrived back at the dropship, O and Bellamy had still not returned so Clarke went to Murphy and asked him to help her remove her wristband since it wasn’t working and he did.

Clarke was inside the dropship, tending to her burnt wrist when she heard footsteps coming close to her. She sniffed and recognized the scent right away. Before O could say anything, she hurriedly wrapped a piece of cloth around her wrist. Octavia already knew what happened since Jasper told her. When he saw her coming in, he knew that her first question would be where Clarke was. So, not to make the alpha made, Jasper quietly took her to the side and explained what happened. Naturally, she was mad just at the thought that Clarke was hurt but Sky told her to control herself since no one was at fault. Sky could be reasonable when she wanted. When she reached Clarke she didn’t say anything; all she did was take Clarke’s injured wrist in hers hands and looked at it. A frown formed on her face. “Does it hurt a lot?” she asked, as she took ahold of Clarke’s other hand in hers.