Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

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            Murphy and I were in my tent, and I was resting my head against his chest careful to not touch the healing wounds. Yesterday Murphy finally was able to wash off all the dried blood off of him, and he got a change of clothes—let’s just say they didn’t stay on for long.

            “The Ark’s been dead since Unity Day,” I said sadly.

            Murphy replied, “Tin can finally ran out of air.”

            I swallowed the lump in my throat, and said sadder, “At least my dad didn’t have to suffer; the exodus ship exploded and it was all over.”

            “Was your grandma on there too?” Murphy asked trying to be sympathetic.

            “No,” I explained, “she would have been on the last one down so she could comfort people,” my voice broke and I couldn’t help but to cry, “My entire family is dead; I’m all alone on this planet.”

            Murphy pulled my head into his chest, and he soothed, “Shhh . . . It’ll be ok. You’re not going to be alone.” Once I finally stopped crying, I placed my lips onto Murphy’s, and pressed our chests together. He placed his hands on my back, and kissed me back.

            Then, the flap to my tent opened, and Clarke said, “Meeting in—oh my god,” she shielded her eyes and disappointedly said, “It hasn’t even been three days, and you two are already going at it. Anyways, we’re having a meeting in ten minutes.”

On the Ark

            Sunlight peered through the window of the Ark, and it shined on the unconscious body of Marcus Kane. When the sunlight hit his eyes, he flinched, but as he heard the familiar sound of the air system turning on he opened them. With his little remaining strength, he crawled his way to the air conditioning unit that was next to him, and began to breathe in as much oxygen as possible.

            Once he regained enough strength, the Ark went dark from the lack of sunlight, and Marcus stood up. His legs shook, but he was determined to find out why the air turned on. He held onto the wall for support, and Marcus croaked into the dark hallway, “Hello? Hello, is anyone there?”

On the Ground

            I sat in the dropship with Clarke and Bellamy discussing tactics against the imminent grounder attack. “There are no ifs about it, when the grounders attack us we’re going to need to fully secure the camp—I say we land mine the hell out of the woods,” I explained.

            “That’s a great idea,” Bellamy countered, “but that would take up too much time and gunpowder we need for bullets.”

            I replied pointing at the map we were using, “Ok, well how about we put fox-holes all around us, and if the grounders get past them we put the land mines between us and the fox-holes.”

            “I like the sound of that,” Clarke stated, “So we need to tell Raven to start building some land mines, and tell Jasper to make some more gunpowder.”

            Bellamy asked, “Does anyone else know how to make gunpowder? We need as much as possible.”

            Flustered, I said, “I don’t know; Monty probably does, but they could probably teach some people.”

            A loud commotion was happening outside, and Bellamy spat under his breath, “I wonder what your boyfriend did now.” We rushed out of the dropship, and people were sprinting to the food shack with buckets of water.