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♤ 21. - 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑰𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 ♤

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[𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏: 1𝚡11 + 1𝚡12]

"𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞", 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 told Clarke, still in the dropship where every sick delinquent was. "She ran off with the bomb herself, planted it while the grounders were running toward her. When I tried to help her get away from there, all she cared about was the gun so she could take the shot. She even told me to leave her behind because I couldn't carry her. She's going to be fine, right?"

The blonde sighed, hoping for the best.

"I don't know." She bit her tongue, knowing she would regret her next question. "Do you know if Zae has post-traumatic stress disorder?"

"If she has what-you-say?"

"PTSD."

"Oh. I ... don't know. I mean, maybe because of some things from before ..."

"I've seen her show signs of it", Clarke revealed. "I've seen her cry in her sleep, and her hands would be clenched into tight little fists. I've seen her looking worried at times she shouldn't be. She's easily startled or frightened, and I haven't seen her eat - and I'm pretty sure she has some issues."

"That was a lot", Raven muttered at first, then continuing: "but it's true. Oh, and she has eaten though ... like some days ago."

"It's just adding fuel to the fire if we let her out again. I mean, last time we let her walk off she got attacked and almost killed by Dax."

"Where are you going with this?"

"I'm going toward the fact that she should stay back at camp. She's always in some sort of trouble, she'll get herself killed."

"I can't disagree with that", Raven agreed, but was a little sceptical. "But how are we gonna keep her at camp all the time if she's more stubborn than me?"

"We'll tie her down if we have to."

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Working in the meat furnace sucked even more than Anya. She remembered how Clarke had told her to do at least something and then she'd just followed Octavia around and then to the furnace, even if she didn't know how to do stuff there.

"Do you even know how to work with meat?" the brunette questioned, and Zae shook her head stiffly, avoiding eye contact. Was she really that useless?

She sighed for herself, trying not to look at the cracking fire in a rusty barrel, which stood in the middle of the poorly made shed.

Suddenly, a boy she recognised a little too well entered the meat furnace. She bit her tongue a little, seeing that it was one of the boys who'd helped Murphy hang her before, and was the one spreading rumours about her in the dropship.

"Let's get this party smoking!" He began to take a bunch of fire wood, throwing it into the fire, making it erupt into more flames. When he saw how Zae winced at the fire, he commented: "What is it, Guard Killer? You don't like the fire? I thought you were used to that."

"Shut up, Del", Octavia interrupted, protecting the freckled girl. "And you don't want the fire too big, so maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves."