Murphy's Law Part 2

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I wake after a bit and I am alone in the place where Murphy was hung. I sit up and groan. I look around and noticed that the rope had been cut and there was no body laying around. I am sitting there looking around when Finn, Clarke, and Charlotte come into view.

"Ash," Clarke says. She rushes over and gently touches my face. I wince due to the pain.

"What happened?" I ask.

"We can explain more later, come on," Finn says. He helps me up and the four of us start running through the woods. We wander for what seems like hours and yet no one has explained what happened.

"It's gonna be night soon, Finn. Where are we going? At least tell me you have a plan and we're not just wandering aimlessly through the woods," Clarke says.

"I have a plan." Charlotte reaches and tries to grab Clarke's hand.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Clarke says as she pulls her hand away.

"Just because we saved you doesn't mean you're forgiven. Got it?"

"Clarke," Finn interjects.

"What?" Clarke seems very mad.

"She's just a kid."

"She's a killer. You killed someone, Charlotte. Ended his life. Did you stop to think about that for even one second? Look at me!" Charlotte is crying and trying to look away but she does look at Clarke.

"You can't just kill someone to make yourself feel better," Clarke finishes.

"Charlotte! Clarke and Finn can't save you!" we hear Murphy yell.

"We should run," Clarke says.

"Yeah, that's one way to go. I like my plan better. Get in. Get in." We climb down a ladder into what looks to have once been a bunker. Clarke and Finn are talking as I sit on one of the beds. Charlotte falls asleep soon and finally, they explain what happened. Charlotte had killed Wells but Murphy was blamed before that.

"So that's why Bellamy did what he did," I say.

"He was also mad at himself for what happened earlier," Clarke says. Finn looks between the two of us.

"What happened earlier? I only saw you leave," he says.

"He didn't want me to leave," I say. I lift up my sleeve to reveal a hand-shaped bruise that encircles my arm.

"He had a good grip," I say.

"Oh." Both their eyes shine with sympathy.

"I'm fine. Let's try to get some sleep," I suggest. We all agree and use the other couple of beds to rest our eyes. 

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