After the End [ The 100 ]

6. Well, thats taken care of

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[bex]

The beautiful full moon hangs over camp, and I watch it as I walk. Until I get to our tent and push aside the flap.

Zoe (my cousin who I refuse to call Monroe because that's fucking stupid), Todd, and the others are there. They're messing with some rocks and singing off-key. I don't bother keeping an ear out for Todd who's probably the only reason the tent isn't getting mistaken for a bag of cats.

He catches my eye and smiles before he stands up and limps over to me at the entrance.

His leg's fucked up, but he can walk, so neither of us care what's wrong with it.

"Could've gone with 'em if you wanted to," he quips with a proud smile.

I roll my eyes. "I don't." I mean it. "And... I basically made fun of Ali for almost getting floated. I don't think she wants to be around me."

Todd shrugs and finally sits down, probably resting his leg. "She's kind of calmed down around the new girl."

I frown at the most naive thing said on Earth in the last hundred years. "She's still Alison Watts." And I know I can't be the only one who thinks she's bipolar. "I don't think that girl was new. I've never seen her before," I add distractedly. But let's be honest, anyone who knows Ali knows to keep away.

"Still surprised you stayed back."

"Because I want to wake up in the morning?" I joke.

"Because you're not exercising your Robin Hood persona."

I roll my eyes again and decide not to laugh this time.

"Todd!" Zoe says. "We need you back on drums. Hey, Bex."

Todd looks from Zoe to me. "You might've been able to escape this," he teases. "You guys know my leg's busted, right?" he jokes before taking out his imaginary drumsticks and pushing an obnoxious beat out his mouth.

"Watch me!" I yell back and leave the tent.

Outside, the wind blows my straight hair into my face, but through the curtain, I can see the curly-headed guy, Bellamy. He's definitely not a real Guard, but he is cute. Power hungry, yes. But I don't have anything to steal from him and give back to the poor.

There's a line of us in front of him, approaching and waiting. I squint, only to see them hold out their wrists and for him to take off the wristbands.

John Murphy looks over at me as I make my way to the camp fire. "Woah," he says with a half smirk, a devious look in his eyes as always. He's hot, but I've also known him for years and he isn't exactly the most sane person down here. His voice is low, "Only you get to skip the line, alright, Beatrice?"

I roll my eyes and turn to Bellamy. "Acting on orders?" I question. He's still wearing a Guard jacket. No fucking clue how he acquired that.

"Do I look like a real Guard to you?"

The fire shines on his cheeks and hair, lighting the scattered freckles on his face.

"Okay. So what's this about?" I ask.

"Just give me your wrist," he orders, looking me up and down.

I don't smirk just yet, but keep a straight face.

He isn't exactly expressive either, but his voice gets deeper. "If I'm not here for my sister, then she isn't safe when the rest of the Ark comes down. So the wristbands are coming off. Now."

I shove my arm forward with a frown. "You didn't need to waste a speech." Both of my parents are gone, floated. One after the other on the same day. "In case you've got the wrong idea, I have nothing to lose. So do you need a hand or not?"

With a smile, he finally takes it off.