𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛, two unlikely survivors are forced to work together. One, a hardened leader driven by a fierce sense of duty, and the other, a newcomer who refuses to bow to anyone's authority. Sparks...
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❝We need to FLY OURSELVES before someone else tells us how. Something is off, I feel like PREY, I feel like praying.❞
( ⌗ The Neighbourhood, Prey )
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Present Days ── .✦ September 14, 2149
The day started early for most of the delinquents, who had unintentionally split into two groups: those who cared about survival and those who didn't. The first group had spent the morning building tents for shelter, while the other group either was either sleeping or sleeping with each other.
Before joining in on the tent-building efforts, Nix decided to fulfill Bellamy's request by crafting new knives, which she left at the dropship for anyone who needed them. Now, she worked alongside Miller in their makeshift tent factory.
"Can you grab some more sticks from the woods? Long and thin ones, we need them for the tent frames," Miller asked, gesturing toward a few examples nearby.
"Sure," she nodded before heading off.
Staying within the camp's perimeter, Nix collected a sizable pile of sticks before spotting Wells at the farthest edge of the clearing, a shovel in hand. As she approached cautiously, her eyes fell on two freshly covered graves, and she frowned.
"Who..." she trailed off, making Wells aware of her presence.
"Two boys who died during the landing," he explained. "They got out of their seats to float around." Nix's mouth parted slightly in surprise. She hadn't known anyone had died, and it hit her hard that those two never got to see the beautiful planet they could have called home.
A solemn silence settled between them as they stood, staring at the graves. That's when Nix noticed Wells' bare wrist. "You took it off?" she asked, surprised. She knew how much the Ark meant to him.
Wells hesitated, momentarily confused before realizing what she was referring to. Shifting uncomfortably, he covered his wrist with his hand. "Why do you care? You didn't seem to have a problem removing yours."
