Saturn [BELLAMY BLAKE BOOK 1]

22... six hands bloody

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Chapter Twenty- Two

Since Clarke and Finn were gone out hunting and Ivy was off duty, she found sanction with Monty in the drop ship. She was learning and watching as he fiddled with their makeshift radio, listening to the static coming through the speakers. They hadn't been in contact with the Ark since Unity Day when their comms disconnected. For some reason, they hadn't been able to reestablish communications so they were left to only imagine what had happened.

So far, the overall consensus was that the Ark must've finally run out of air and there was no one left to talk to up there. That meant that there was no help for them, what was left of the hundred was all that there was of the space people. But that was a notion that much like a select few others, Ivy refused to accept.

Bellamy was off doing his usual thing, which was staying on guard for the Grounders while delegating tasks, meaning he was yelling a lot because no one knew what the hell to do. And as for Octavia, Ivy honestly didn't know what she did anymore. She seemed okay after the smokehouse episode though, healthy enough to get back up and go back to normal.

As more static began to come through the radio speaker, Ivy looked over Monty's shoulder to get a glimpse. "What is that?" The static coming through sounded strange. It wasn't the normal crackle of white noise that she was familiar with. It sounded like something was there.

"No clue. But I'm gonna try and figure it out." Monty murmured, using his tool to mess with the radio some more. Ivy didn't know how he was able to make sense of a bunch of wires and metal pieces, but she was grateful that someone did.

"So, are your parents still up there?" Ivy asked him, remembering them during her runs for her dad to Farm station. They both worked together to grow the plants that Ivy's dad used to make pharmaceuticals. It'd been a long time since she'd seen them.

Monty nodded curtly. "Yeah, I talked to them the day before the radios went out. They both seemed good." A lot of people on the Ark had been struggling with oxygen deprivation, but luckily, his parents didn't seem to show any of the effects. He wasn't sure how long that would last, though.

"That's good." Ivy hummed. She really was happy for him. Not a lot of people could say that they still had families up there that truly cared about them, but Monty was good and that was all thanks to the way that he'd been raised. He and his family deserved to survive. What did that say about Ivy and hers?

"I'm sorry about your dad, by the way." Monty told her quietly, hoping that he wasn't reopening old wounds right as they were almost healed. "I've been meaning to tell you that but it never felt like the right time."

Ivy brushed it off. "It never does, so I appreciate the consideration."

"But your mom is doing okay, right?" Monty looked at her with furrowed brows.