Saviors ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥

112. ꕥ Optimism

"We've been at this for two days. There must be something we're not thinking of." Bellamy stated as my eyes watched the rain fall heavily outside the window. A loud crack of thunder followed, booming throughout Arkadia once more with the storm raging on. "What if we could reach the nearest nuclear reactor?"

"I told you, the meltdown started months ago. There's no magic button to turn them off." Raven said, leaning against one of the many tables in the Chancellor's office where herself, Bellamy, Clarke, me, and Monty found ourselves once more.

As Bellamy had said, we'd been at this for two days, and we have come up with a total of zero solutions. Once we had gotten back from Polis, everyone was given well-deserved time to recover before it was right back to save the world. No matter how much rest I got, I — and probably everyone else, was still tired — myself from the drain my body had gone through. And finding a way to survive Praimfaya was proving quite tricky considering there was nothing to our knowledge that could hold five hundred Arkadians plus all the Grounders. We had six months to come up with something but that little bit of time was like a weight adding pressure to the five of us.

"Our lives would be a lot simpler if there were. Unfortunately, life is not that kind to us." I spoke, my back leaning against one of the pillars in the office closest to Monty with crossed arms.

"Today this isn't black rain, but it will be soon." Raven gestured to the window I was staring out of. The black rain she was referring to was rain that's colorless, and it's mixed with ash, so it'll burn on contact with your skin. "That's why we have to focus on riding out the radiation, finding someplace safe and big enough to hold all five hundred of us."

"This isn't about just saving us. I made a promise to Roan. It's about saving everyone." Said Clarke.

"And that's why we need to tell everyone." Raven argued, the mechanic being very keen on the idea of telling people what was going on. "Crowdsource it. If there's another Mount Weather out there, the Grounders will know about it."

"And you think they're just gonna tell us just like that?" Bellamy asked. "If we tell everyone they're gonna die, the coalition is over, Roan falls, and the Grounders will be at our gate."

"And if that happens, we won't get the chance to find a solution." My eyes tore from the window, and looked to Raven as Monty sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, walking over to the window I was just staring out of.

"Then just tell our people." Raven negotiated, oblivious to Monty, who had the gears in his head turning. I continued to listen to the other three converse as I watched Monty intently think, staring at the water-filled bucket the leak in the roof was dripping into. "We need more minds on this problem. On the Ark, people volunteered for the culling because they were told the truth and given a choice... a choice your Dad died for."

I wasn't looking at Clarke, seeing as I was still watching Monty, but I could only assume the blond had a stern look on her face. "You think I've forgotten that?"

"Okay. We'll tell everybody the truth as soon as we have a viable solution. Without one, it'll start a panic." To me, Bellamy's idea seemed to be the best one we had when it came to telling the people or not because I knew firsthand what crowds could do.

"You don't know that." Raven fired.

"That's it." Monty exclaimed, the tone of his voice suggesting that he had an idea, and knowing Monty, it had to be good.

"What are you talking about?" Clarke questioned.

"Think." Monty said, turning around to face everyone. "Alpha Station survived for ninety-seven years in space through elevated radiation levels and extreme temperature fluctuations. Sound familiar? All we have to do is patch us the ship." I couldn't deny the smile that was forming on my face along with my dropped jaw, listening as Monty spoke. "We're standing in our viable solution."