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SEPT 27, 2149 DAY FIFTEEN ON THE GROUND
DROWN ━━━ SEAFRET
" got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper, and i can't take one more moment. "
RETURNING TO CAMP FELT AS GOOD AS WATCHING THE EARTH'S BONNY SUNRISES AND SUNSETS when the first thing Dakota had heard upon entering the gates were panicked proclamations of how the grounder was gone. It had taken her everything she had not to burst out into song, biting down on her bottom lip to keep a humongous beam from spreading across her features. Lincoln had made it out.
Everyone's anxious eyes had snapped over to the three, side by side with bags gathered with supplies from the depot slung over their shoulders; a few people knitting their brows at Bellamy's torn up face, which had been fine when they'd left earlier today. He had given some extravagant speech about their new firearms- which Dakota still felt wildly uncomfortable with- and how training would commence in the morning; how if the grounders were to come, they'd be ready. A chorus of mixed reactions and responses had been received, and unsurprisingly, Finn had stormed away in a pout. Everything had felt mostly alright for a brief moment.
But now Dakota paced around outside of the comms tent that held their two leaders, incessantly braiding her still damp hair in great unease when she thought of the possibility of Jaha saying no. Normally she'd be completely confident in something like this, and for the most part, she honestly believed Bellamy would be pardoned; but a small part of her couldn't stop unusually worrying. She didn't like it. It was unsettling to do so. Layers of cozy, finally dry clothes swaddled her body; the girl still trying desperately to warm up after her unfortunate dip in the lake. She wore an orange, fluffy blanket like a cape as she treaded nervously back and forth.
She felt utterly useless in the moment, already having checked several times on each of her friends to make sure they were doing alright after a long day of being ruled by various hallucinations. According to Raven- who had been one of the only sober people in the camp- Fox had spent hours laughing hysterically, Jasper had fallen asleep cuddled contently up to an 'anti-grounder stick', Monty was hellbent on changing the tide, Miller had a humorous conversation with thin air, Monroe attempted to control the weather, and Harper had fallen into a deep depression over being unable to fly. Most of them were fast asleep now, desperately needing rest and recuperation; anyone who would allow it was tucked safely in by Dakota herself.
The second Bellamy re-emerged from the large, red tent, he was bombarded by an immediate avalanche of questions from Dakota; plowing into him like an unstoppable freight train as the rushed words spilled ceaselessly from her lips.
