Saviors ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥

003. ꕥ Mount Weather

I wandered aimlessly, keeping the Dropship insight, for about five minutes. This place was so beautiful — the green grass, the trees, and the sun. It looked so much different down here than it did up there — the few times I did see it up there, that was.

I saw Wells talking to the same blond I'd seen over and over again. I decided to walk towards them; they probably knew how to get to Mount Weather, which sounded like a place we probably needed to get to.

"Ah, cool, a map. They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you a beer." The kid with goggles walked up behind them, looking at the map. Wells pushed him back like he was doing something wrong.

I heard a very familiar voice. "Hey, hey, hey, hands off him."

I turned to see my brother and probably half a dozen kids with him. What the hell is he doing?

"Relax. We are just trying to figure out where we are." Wells told him.

"We're on the ground. That not good enough for you?" An unfamiliar voice piped up, and I saw the same guy in a guard's jacket next to Octavia. He's got dark brown hair that's gelled back, and he has a bigger build than most of these kids have.

Wells went to speak, but the words got caught in his throat. That was when I decided to tell these people that we need supplies that we obviously don't have in the Dropship.

"Mount Weather." As I started speaking, I began to walk closer to the crowd now forming. John tried to stop me by grabbing my arm, but I pulled out of his grip. "That's the place we're looking for. You know, the place that is going to have the stuff to help us survive down here. Stuff like food, because last time I checked, that's essential for survival."

"She's right." Wells started after giving me a grateful nod. "We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message. That has to be our first priority."

"Screw your Father." Said Octavia. "What? You think you're in charge here, you and your little princesses."

"Okay, hold on. I'm not his little princess or whatever you think I am." I said as I closed in on Octavia. "But you do realize that going to Mount Weather is kind of important." I focused my gaze on her brother. "If you want to live, I'd be worried about getting those supplies from Mount Weather. 'Cause I sure as hell want to live. How about you guys? Hm?"

In response, I was met with murmurs of 'yeah'. So it was a small indication that these kids weren't complete idiots.

"And do you think we care who's in charge?"
Clarke decided to challenge. "We need to get to Mount Weather, not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll be and the harder this'll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now."

After she was done, she looked around to see how many would be willing to come with her. I knew we needed those supplies, but we didn't all have to go.

Octavia's brother proposed an idea. "I got a better idea. You three go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change."

Now he was met with cheers of agreement. Privileged? Yeah, right, if you knew how I lived, you'd say something different. Who the hell does this guy think he is?