The 100 x Male reader

This isn't democracy anymore 🍋

A/N: Another chapter, hope you enjoy.

Wells was dead.

Clarke and I were by his grave.

I hold her shoulder. "We need to make sure this won't happen again."

"How are we supposed to do that?"

"I'll make sure the wall gets built. I'll get some people to make weapons, spears, knives, bows, anything useful. You need to help Monty get in contact with the Ark. You understand?"

Clarke nods. "Yeah. Got it."

I pat her shoulder before walking off.

Someone runs up beside me. It's Carl. "Hey, Y/N. Anything you need help with?"

Another person runs up to me, this time it's Octavia. "Hey."

I look between them. "You two trying to jump me?"

"Just wanting to help."

I think for a second. "We need more weapons. I want acting camp to have a knife and I want spears, bows, anything you can think of for people on watch or the ones that hunt."

The two nod. Octavia wraps an arm around Carl. "You can count on us, chief."

The two walk off.

I get next to a few people working on the wall. I help them reinforce what we had.

Most of us get our attention pulled by someone dropping a log. Murphy, unfortunately, bad mouths him.

"I just need some water, okay? Then I'll be fine."

I call to him. "Murphy, get him some water. Everyone back to work."

After a few minutes, Octavia taps my shoulder. "Hey, you need to see something." She whispers to me.

I give her a nod and follow her into the command tent we had.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Octavia and Carl found a knife and fingers... Wells' fingers outside.

"This knife was made of metal from the drop ship." Clarke figures out.

"What's that mean?" Carl asks.

"The grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us."

Octavia looks at her. "So there's a murderer in camp?"

"There's more than one murderer in camp. This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet."

I nod. "He's right. Hell, for all we know a grounder could've stole the knife, maybe even made it themselves." I look at them. "Everyone in this tent will keep it secret. I'll look into it."

Clarke scoffs. "'Look into it'? Really? Wells was killed and you don't care?"

"When did I say that? We can't cause a panic, we do that now everyone will get untrustworthy. More deaths. We keep this quiet. Do you understand that?" I stare at her, before noticing something. I grab her arm. "Where's your wristband?"

"With Monty. You told me to help."

"I meant give him a wire or something. Bring him water or food."

"I'm not gonna sit on my ass, when Wells' killer is out there!"

"I'm asking you, to calm down. Wait this out until we know who did it." I look at Carl and Octavia. "Get back to making weapons." I then turn back to Clarke. "This discussion is done."

I walk out the tent going into the woods. I lean against a tree. I breathe heavily before punching a the tree, letting my anger out.

I ignore the pain until I hear a branch snap. I pull my knife out quickly and turn, but it's just Finn.