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

14

On the Ark

            Jaha bravely addressed the remaining officers of the Ark, “Every simulation has been run. Every system modification has been made. The hard and simple fact is that in fifty-one hours, life on the Ark will no longer be possible. I choose to find consolation in one remarkable truth. The surviving members of the hundred have proven themselves to be more resilient than we could’ve ever imagined. Our legacy will go on, and for that . . . I am not only grateful, but I am proud.”

            A woman from the crowd asked, “So what do we tell our constituents to do now? What do we do now?”

            “Look inside,” Jaha genuinely explained, “Find your peace. In the meantime, I’m releasing all available resources to the surviving citizens of the Ark. There will be no more rationing. What we have belongs to all of us.” Jaha slammed the gavel on the table, and the crowd adjourned.

            Marcus and Abby stayed behind, and Thelonious noticed Abby’s sorrow. “Are you alright, Abby?” He asked concerned.

            “Yes,” She replied in a grief-stricken tone, “I have a patient. She was hurt in the bomb blast. I need to go.” Abby rushed out of the meeting room leaving only Jaha and Marcus.

            “Sir,” Kane asked stubbornly, “is it wise to waste rations when we don’t know for sure?” Marcus was intent on seeing his daughter one last time, and he was also determined to save the human race.

            Jaha warmly smiled, “But we do know for sure.”

            “Well I can’t just do nothing,” Marcus said flustered, “I have to find a solution. I need to see Eve one last time.”

            Marcus stood up from his chair and Jaha did the same, and Thelonious began to coax, “Hey, I know this is hard to accept, but if you’d like to spend your remaining time rerunning simulations instead of watching home movies of the kids, by all means you can do that. I, however, will be spending my time with family and a bottle of ninety-seven year old scotch.” He gave Marcus’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze and then left the room.

On the Ground

            A loud gunshot roared through the camp, and it startled everyone into thinking the grounders were here. I was standing guard at the gate when the gun went off, and I jumped nearly three feet in the air. In the post above me a groggy kid was rushing to reload his gun, but Bellamy already noticed him.

            “Hey!” He yelled as he walked up the hill, “What the hell’s the matter with you?”

            The kid rushed to explain, “I’m sorry, man. I fell asleep. I’ve been on watch all day.”

            Bellamy grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt, and screamed in his face, “We’ve all been on watch all day! That bullet was one less dead grounder.”

            “Bell,” Octavia stated calmly, “you’re scaring people.”

            Bellamy argued, “They should be scared!” He let go of the kid and addressed the crowd, “The bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! The grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do! Clarke, Finn, and Monty are gone, probably dead, and if you want to be next, I can’t stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive! Get back to work.”