The 100 sacrifices

One day trip (chapter 8)

A few days has passed since the grounder has been captured. He was still being tied up, but more tired.
Bellamy looked at the grounder that was barley holding himself up.

"Did you talk to the Ark?"

Bellamy asks as Miller entered and walked towards them.

"I told Digg's mom the news.."

He puts his hands on his hips.

"John's dad..Supposed to talk to Roma's parents later."

Bellamy nods as he looked ahead.

"Thanks for doing that."

Miller looks at the grounder.

"I owe you."

He sighs.

"Telling all these parents that their kids were murdered by grounders..I just wish I could say we were getting some justice."

He looks back at Bellamy.

"We're not killing him."

Bellamy says sternly which made Miller huff as his lips quivered in a small pout. He walked towards a bowl with rotten berries. He dipped his hand into it as he smirked at the grounder.

"You were a lot scarier when you had that face paint on."

He says slapping the grounder's cheek and placing the rotten berries on his face. The grounder showed no emotion as he used his head to hit Miller who fell onto the floor. Bellamy looked at Miller then back at the grounder as Miller goaned slightly in pain.
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Cora was sitting on a rock nearby the river, watching the ripples of the river. Her knees were up to her chest as her chin was resting on the top of her knees. The sun light glowed on her skin, the faint sound of wind echoing through the woods.

She was humming as her eyes were closed and tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks.

It had been peaceful for the past days, too peaceful. No events to keep her mind away from the hardest thing to forget, her twin brother. Her mind wandered back and forth between two questions.

"Was he alive?"

Or

"Was the grounder playing with her mind?"

Those two questions were making her feel like her sanity was slowly dripping away from her through her fingers. She felt like she was losing herself slowly, like she was drowning. The water was slowly but firmly dragging her deeper into the intoxicatingly cold nightmare. The world fading around her one by one, leaving behind nothing but dust. She lost him and that was the worst pain in the world, but now there was a chance he was still alive. A small glimpse of hope was there, but even if he was still alive..Could it be the same? She's gone a path that she doesn't know she can go back from. Pain changes people, but the feeling in her chest was not only pain...It was far worse from that it was pure agony, rage, hatred and grief all combined.
But that was just the worst nightmare, nothing compared to the night terror. She was slowly falling in love with the man that ruined her life in less than a day. It was wrong, but she couldn't stop. The more time it passed the more she would have fall deeper in both love and insanity.
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"Tell me about the grounder. Can he provide any insight on how to survive winter?"

Jaha asks Clarke who was speaking at the radio.

"We're doing everything we can to prepare. We're gathering nuts and berries, curing meat, digging for roots. But the truth is...We'll freeze before we starve."