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☆ 20. - 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚 ☆

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[𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏: 1𝚡10]

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐙𝐚𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 run, Octavia had to help her limp back to camp. It wasn't especially fun because it wasn't going so hastingly.

They arrived at camp in a strangely perfect timing, just as a quite literally blood-eyed Clarke uttered a few words:

"Octavia will come back with a cure."

Raising her voice, the brunette - who helped Zae walk by crossing her arm over her back, with her hand on her waist - loudly revealed for everyone:

"There is no cure!"

All of a sudden, everyone turned to them, giving them both an equal stare. Blake looked at Octavia, then glaring at the second girl.

"Why are you with her?" The glare burned into her, as she swallowed, feeling judged.

"The grounders don't use the sickness to kill", the brunette informed, ignoring her brother's question - just before she noticed the two corpses lying on the ground, not far away from them.

"Really?" A sarcastic comment escaped Blake's mouth, pointing at the corpses. "Tell that to them."

Octavia closed her eyes, and sighed in frustration.

"The grounders are coming!" she loudly shouted over the crowd, causing numerous gasps and murmurs to spread through the delinquents. "And they're attacking at first light."

None of this were good news, and suddenly the crowd spread wildly, Octavia leaving Zae, forcing her to try to get anywhere in the crowd, feeling lost, even if she was back at camp. She felt herself get pushed around like a doll, swallowing in nervousness, trying to look for Raven. She could obviously just run while bumping into everyone - that is if her leg wasn't half-dead for the moment.

But then, a hard grip closed around her upper arm, harshly pulling her away from the crowd. She gasped lightly over the sudden movement, turning her head to who-ever grabbed her. But her eyes quickly widened.

She tried to pull herself free, but Blake jerked her back, hardening the grip.

"You and me are going to talk."

Zae spun her head around in all kinds of directions, hoping that maybe Clarke, Raven, Octavia or someone else would notice him dragging her away to behind the dropship.

Fuck. Shit. No.

Suddenly, she looked Octavia directly in the eyes, before getting pulled back behind the dropship. She could hear the delinquents' voices fade.

The freckled girl felt a harsh grip grasp her hair, as if it was going to rip it off her scalp. Her hands shot up to Blake's wrist, trying to pry it off without losing her hair - which was impossible. With big eyes, she stared into his, seeing the flames.

Her face immediately got bashed in once again by his fist, harshly hitting her still injured eye with sheer force, not bothering holding back. She grunted a little in pain, looking up at him with teary eyes. Would Octavia come and save her?