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"OPEN THE GATE," MAJOR BYRNE ORDERED WHEN THEY ARRIVED. They had been very cautious when coming back because the entire time, the people on guard had been ready to shoot anything that moved in the forest, let alone come out of it. They had approached with their weapons down and their hands up.
Once they were inside, Abby Griffin came running over to them, and she furrowed her eyebrows slightly at the new people that had joined the group, and the people that had been replaced. She took a close look at Mel. "I know you. Factory station. Where are the others?"
"There are no others," the girl answered in a timid voice, and she seemed scared that someone was going to get mad at her for saying it. Unless the crash was her fault, she was sorely mistaken. She was beat up and upset, and there was no way someone was going to blame that terrified face.
Bellamy spoke up next, clarifying for the woman. "Found her a day from here. No survivors. Lots of supplies."
"Get her to medical," Abby responded, and she then grabbed Monroe's arm and put it over her shoulder to help her to the medical tent. A blur of blonde hair came sprinting toward them next, and the person threw their arms around both Bellamy and Ivy, pulling them together in a group hug. Ivy laughed in shock when she realized who it was and immediately hugged her back.
Clarke.
"Now, there's something I thought I'd never see," Octavia chuckled out, and the Griffin girl pulled away from them and hugged her as well. The Blake girl grinned and rubbed her back during the embrace. "I'm glad you're okay."
"You, too," she responded happily. Finally she pulled away from the girl and stood in front of the group, staring at them expectantly, like she expected them to ask her something or give news. Ivy was not sure which one it was.
She picked the former, and she raised her eyebrows at her after looking over her to see if there was anyone else running at her, like an Escobar boy or literally anyone else. There was no one in sight, at least no one that she recognized other than Raven who was sitting with a giant brace on her leg where she was shot. She asked, "How many are with you?"
