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CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN
PRISON BREAK
"i don't need the comfort of any lies"
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Originally Bellamy Blake had been with Monroe, Sterling, Murphy and Finn looking for Clarke, Dylan and the others, but when Sterling fell to his death in an attempt to save a friend of his called Mel and Octavia showed up to save them, Bellamy took it upon himself to make sure Mel got home safely. He would have told everyone, especially Dylan, that Octavia was well and alive, but Octavia told him not to tell anyone, at least not yet.

Apparently she was on a mission to find some grounder guy that had helped her a lot of the course of the last few weeks. Bellamy didn't get the details, but what Dylan had told him made him piece it all together. The grounder they were holding prisoner was most likely the one Octavia was looking for.

Dylan was beyond furious at him when she told him ecstatically that his baby sister was alive only for Bellamy to admit that he already knew. He had let Dylan believe the possibility of Octavia being dead somewhere. But Dylan was already too pissed off at her father to be mad at Bellamy ( even more so once Bellamy informed her that her father wasn't a simple councilman anymore, he was the current chancellor of the camp, somehow she had managed to miss that detail).

Bellamy had brought Monroe back to camp Jaha as she had been hit by an arrow that possibly was poisonous, with the help of Octavia. When they were close enough to the camp, Octavia took off, promising she would be back soon. Once Bellamy was safe behind the gates of camp Jaha along with Mel and Monroe, he had been reunited with Clarke.

Dylan had gone on a quest to yell at her father only to be informed that he was no longer in camp Jaha. He, along with a few guards and the grounder prisoner, had wandered off to negotiate with the grounders. Dylan couldn't believe how stupid they were. If anyone could negotiate with the grounders it was her. She had lived with them. There was no way her ignorant father would be able to pull any of this off. Which is exactly the reason she was currently in the woods camped out with Bellamy and Clarke.

     Reason number one for joining them was because she was an important addition to the team. Dylan had a hell of a lot more experience dealing with grounders. Reason number two, the guard would have thrown her ass right back into the cell if they caught her wandering the camp. Bellamy wasn't interested as being caught as an accomplice to her prison break.

A bonfire was the only thing keep the three warm. The yellow and orange lights flickers over their faces, highlighting how beat up the three of them really looked. Dylan hadn't stopped to take a good look on her two friends yet— they had barely been reunited for a day— but now she had plenty of time. Both Clarke and Bellamy had cuts and bruises littered all over their faces. Clark still had mud smeared in her hair, leaves and twigs making it look like a birds nest. A single tear slipped down Dylan's cheek as she recalled how all of them looked the day they returned to earth. Clarke's skin used to resemble porcelain, but now it was paler than ever, and she looked starved and malnourished. Her eyes had sunk deeper into the sockets of her eyes, and Dylan could only guess it was because of the traumas they had faced.