𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | the 100

43 | The Right Thing

"Tell them I'm sorry."

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"What's the headcount?" Raven demands from her spot.

"Too many," Amber sighs when she's finally given up on keeping track of the shifting shadows. With a strained jaw, she turns to Bellamy. "Should we go back inside?"

"Okay..." Bellamy says, reluctant to retreat but smart enough to realize that she's right. "Everyone, back inside the dropship, now."

In silent coordination, one at a time creeps back behind the secure walls while the rest watches the perimeter, until finally only Bellamy and Amber remain. At a nod from him, she sneaks into the dropship where she stops just behind the curtain to make sure he makes it inside as well. When he does, he mirrors her position and peeks through the other end of the curtain.

She's too focused on the eerie stillness outside to notice Murphy approach, but when he leans over her and his arm brushes her shoulder, her nerves tense and relax all at once.

"They're not moving any closer," he mutters hoarsely, neither of them acknowledging how he's practically mumbling into her ear.

"Staying out of range." Bellamy nods before closing the curtain and moving further into the dropship. "Probably waiting until it's dark.

For a moment, Amber and Murphy remain where they stand. A short and insignificant moment that ends when he follows Bellamy and she's let go of his hold.

"If we hit them now, at least we'd take them by surprise," he suggests.

In a few blinks, Amber has gathered herself enough to pretend like nothing when she turns to the others, whose faces are all different copies of the same look of despair. She clears her throat.

"I agree. They'll come for us sooner or later so we might as well get it over with."

"We don't even know how many of them are out there," Clarke says and whips an unconvinced hand toward the exit.

"Fine," Amber mutters, but Clarke's comment doesn't exactly shine much light on their situation and if they are going to die here, back where it all began, then she has no plans to wait around for it. "Then all of you run while I distract them."

Murphy immediately dismisses her offer with a sharp scoff.

"Yeah, that's not happening." He pointedly turns to the others. "Any actual helpful ideas?"

She's about to argue her case when Raven, who has paced through the room to signal the gears in her brain turning, speaks up. "We'll give them something."

"All they want is Finn," Bellamy counters but Amber already feels relieved, reminded that they have a genius in their crew, and she looks to her hopefully.

Gaze locked on the floor, Raven raises her eyebrows. "Finn wasn't the only one at the village."

The blood runs cold in Amber's veins before she's even fully processed the insinuation, but when her eyes lock with Murphy, she knows there's no subtle meaning to misinterpret. She can't argue that what Raven is saying makes sense, but it still hurts.

"What are you talking about?" Clarke's question carefully threads through the tension in the room before the answer hits the others.

"Raven, hold on." Bellamy steps in front of Amber.