Stuck in the 100

002 - whatever the hell we want

Clarke and the hunting party had  just departed when I found Wells sitting near the drop ship all alone.

"How's your leg?" I asked Wells as I walked up to him. After the fight with Murphy, his calf looked bruised and cut.

"It's fine," he said, eyeing me up. After clearing his throat he spoke again, "what's your name?"

"It's y/n"

"We'll, y/n , I heard you speak out against going to mount weather - why?"

I huffed - it's not like I could tell him the real reason why I was against going.

"I've just got this... awful feeling about it," I tell him (I mean, it wasn't a lie), "my gut tells me that looking for mount weather will get us killed. And my gut is never wrong."

Wells scoffed at me, "Are you serious? You would pass up our only chance at survival because 'your gut tells you it's dangerous'?"

"Yes," I defend myself, even though I realize how stupid I sound, "Look, we have no idea what dangers could be out there. Believe me, I want to survive, but we won't be able to do that if we start shit we can't finish."

"What the fuck is that logic? Mount weather has the supplies we need to survive. Even if the journey is dangerous, we'll die if we don't go!"

I was about to protest further to convince Wells to see my point, when Murphy and one of his gang friends interrupted. Murphy was scratching something with his knife onto the drop ship. My heart thumped in my chest as I remembered what he wrote down.

FIRST SON. FIRST TO DYE.

I look over to Wells and see his angered expression.

"You spelled die wrong geniuses," he spat as he walked away, trying his best to hide the limp.

Murphy and his friend were laughing as I took a step towards them. Even if this would make Murphy hate me, there's a chance it would make his not be as rude to Wells, therefore lessen the tension between them.

"Look," I said to Murphy, "You can hate chancellor Jaha all you want. We all do. But Wells isn't his father and he shouldn't be blamed for what his father did."

Murphy stepped closer to me, our faces a few centimetres apart. It was clear he was trying to intimidate me.

"You're right. But if I can't get revenge from Jaha, I will get revenge from his son," proclaimed Murphy.

"Dickwad," I huffed.

I walked away, annoyed, knowing that what Murphy just said would come back to bite him in the ass. And unfortunately when it did I would have to be the one to stick up for him. I loved Murphy in the later seasons but man, how long does it take for character development?

***
The sun had gone down not long before Wells and I made our way to the camp fire surrounded by the rest of the 100. The closer we got, the more I dreaded the "whatever the hell we want" speech Bellamy was about to make.

"Hey, maybe we should go somewhere else," I suggested, trying to get Wells to turn beck before he saw people taking off their wristbands.

"Wait..." he said, noticing what was going on, "...what are they doing?"

His pace quickened, which looked uncomfortable with the limp.

"Wells..." I tried to stop him before he saw, but it was too late. He stood there, witnessing a girl by the fire getting her wristband ripped off by Murphy and his gang. She yelped, but once it was off, those surrounding the fire cheered for her. The wristband was tossed in the fire as whoever was helping her rip it off held their hands high in the air.