Running Through the Darkness (A 100 Fanfic)

We Are Grounders

Violets lungs burned as she ran through the woods, her knees aching and her sides cramping up as she slid down a hill carefully, one foot in front of the other as she landed in front of the entrance to the tunnel, leading away from the camp.

She leaned up against the wall, breathing heavily, the light of day beginning to fade.

Something moving far in the woods echoed, startling her as she began running farther into the tunnel, the tunnels widening more as she ran farther and farther.

The tunnels reeked of sulfur and terrible fumes of sweat and mildew, both things that made Violet terribly nauseous. It was too dark to see more than ten feet in front of her, her mind making her hear and see things that weren't ever there, looking back every few minutes.
The air grew colder and more damp the farther she ran, and her knees wanting more and more to just give out beneath her.

The sound of footsteps, screaming and hooting began to draw closer to her, from both behind and in front of  her as she began to panic, seeing no way to escape whatever was ahead of her for a long while, until, somewhere the floor changed from dirt and stone to rail tracks, old cart tracks.

A fork in the tunnel widened, a section diverting both left and right.

"OOH, OOOH, OOT!"

Violet covered her mouth with her hand, dropping down against a wall as what seemed like dozens of grounders started running by her right.

She waited a few moments, hearing a grounder shouting, and then a loud thump.

She turned her head out towards the left, seeing it clear as she stood up, and ran out into the tunnel.

"OUHF!"

She ran into somebody, whom had also been running, knocking Violet onto the ground, her back hitting the cold dirt.

"AAAAAH!" She choked, her head suddenly throbbing as she came face to face with whatever thing was on top of her.

It had to be a grounder, its face distorted yet covered in piercings and scars like any normal grounder she had come into contact with. The grounder practically growled at her, it's hands over her neck, screaming at her with the worst possible breath ever.
She could feel her blood practically getting hotter and hotter, yet her body felt cold.

"AAUGH!" Violet threw her hand in the air, grasping her knife tight enough to turn her tiny knuckles white, bringing it down as fast and as many times as she could on the grounder, unable to tell if she had even hit it, until blood started sputtering out of the side of its head.

"V-Violet? VIOLET!"
Violet let out a muffled cry, as the grounder practically collapsed into her, a boulder being cracked into the side of its ugly head.

"VIOLET!"

She shoved the grounder off of her, rolling over off of her back as she coughed, wheezing as she caught her breath, and looked up.

"Finn? FINN!" She stood up, grabbing him into a hug as she began sobbing. "You're okay, you're okay!" Finn whispered, hugging her as he looked over at Clarke.
"I messed up!" Violet exhaled, holding onto Finn.
"Violet, what happened?"

"I saw-"

"Shut up!"

Voices echoed down the hallways once again.

"They're coming back, we need to run."

"It's this way! Come on!" Violet wiped her tears with her hands and grabbed one of Clarke's hands, as well as Finn's, pulling them into the tunnel she had been running out of, letting go of their hands as soon as she was leading them in the right direction.