𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙈¹ ➣ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 100

02 | 𝑾𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑬𝑶𝑷𝑳𝑬

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙌𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙎 delinquents begin forging makeshift weapons and tents from scrap around the drop ship.

The ocassional shout can be heard from some kids, but other than that, Gray finds it pretty quiet. He even secluded himself in a corner near the front of the drop ship where he's sure no one will bother him; having snagged a few scraps from some loose panels at the back of the ship, Gray uses a rock to form it into a point.

Gray may not be the smartest person here, but his survival skills tell him to arm himself in case of an emergency. He's more than willing to defend himself against an attacker if need be, and considering some of these kids are murderers, Gray needs to stay alert.

He's not here to make friends. He's here to survive until the bastards that call themselves heroes on the Ark come down and save them. Enough time with his father has taught him basic survival skills, along with Charles Pike's earth skills lessons, which Gray now realizes were for this exact reason.

Unfortunately for Gray, he was given his lessons in the seclusion of his cell, cuffed to his bed, unlike many of the 100, who were granted temporary freedom inside a small room where their lessons took place. Gray's always been a troublemaker. From day one, the counsil knew they had their hands full.

Gray's hands work diligintly at the metal, finally finishing his knife. While it's not perfect now, he can always work on it at a later date.

"Hey, he's with us."

Gray perks at the voice, his eyes trailing up to see a group of boys making their way toward Wells Jaha, the blonde girl from earlier, and some kid with goggles. Gray pockets his knife and pushes himself to his feet, suddenly interested in their interaction. His heartrate picks up slightly in hopes a fight will break out; Gray always loves a good fight.

Wells lifts his hands in surrender, allowing the kid with goggles to step away from the scene. Gray himself joins the crowd as Wells speaks.

"Relax. We're just trying to figure out where we are."

Bellamy buts in a few feet away, causing heads to turn all around. "We're on the ground. That not good enough for you?"

Seemingly sensing some hostility, delinquinets gather round to watch. Gray notices that while Wells comes off as docile and a peacemaker, he towers over almost everyone around him. Being that talls makes someone far less docile, and more of a threat. The bigger the person, the stronger they are, in more cases; Gray knows from experience.

Wells glances around before his eyes finally fall on Bellamy, who's standing with his sister a few feet away. "We need to find Mount Weather. You hear my father's message. That has to be ur first priority."

Gray rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. Screw the Chancellor and his shitty message. The only reason they were even sent down here in the first place was to see if earth was survivable yet, for whatever reason, Gray doesn't quite know. All he knows is that Mount Weather is a backup plan now, because if earth wasn't survivable, they would all be dead and Mount Weather would be useless. The last thing Gray wants is for the rest of the Ark to come down and take over.

Octavia rolls her eyes and scoffs, "Screw your father." At the hurt look on Wells's face, the girl tilts her head. "What, you think you're in charge here, you and your little princess?"

The blonde girl finally speaks up, and judging by Octavia's hostitity, Gray can only assume she's the kid to some high-class family on the Ark; probably Alpha Station, if he had to guess. That's where all the families that are well-off live; everyone else is just left to fend or themelves, like Gray.