Prisoner 138 {The 100} [1]

Chapter 14: War

Leaving my comforting space, I turned my back to the tent before making my way over to the group, glancing over my shoulder one last time.

After the group disbanded, Raven had pulled herself from the control area of the dropship. In the process of getting the door open, one of the bullets Murphy had shot off landed in her side. Causing another issue for us. She could barely walk, meaning she was going to have to be carried.

"You ready?" Jasper asked, holding his gun close to her chest. I nodded with a sigh, looking up at him, noticing his goggles weren't placed on top of his head like usual. "Bellamy told me to give you this." Jasper held out a small handgun.

"W-what?" I asked, my brows knitted together in confusion.

"Just in case something happens and we all get separated."

Despite begging Bellamy for weeks to teach me how to use one, now that a gun was being presented to me, I was nervous. The weapon in my hands could kill so easily or injure someone beyond repair and after seeing what it had done to Raven, all the power frightened me.

Jasper gave me a quick tutorial on how to use it , how to aim and reload, and make sure the safety is on at all times. "Don't use it unless absolutely necessary. Got it?"

I nodded. Looking down at the heavy weapon in my hand. Never had I expected Bellamy to actually give me a gun. Let alone without any training first.

From inside the dropship, we could hear Raven screams. Clarke was doing everything she could to help the girl, using a burning hot knife to cauterize the wound. Just more things to add to the list of reasons why I hate John Murphy.

After a little more waiting, it was time to go. With orders from Bellamy, the gate opened and I took one last look at the place we called home for the past few months. With no criminals running around, the place looked like a ghost town, as if no one had been there for years.

No one was jumping down from the dropship to stop a fight between two alpha males.

No young girls sitting up in a tree telling their darkest secrets to each other.

No one sitting by the campfire telling stories about their childhood and laughing with friends they hadn't expected to make in any other situation.

It was just empty and clear that whoever had been here left in a rush. The only sign of our existence was the red embers that sizzled in the firepit.

Letting out a sigh, I took a mental picture, never wanting to forget this place, for it had surprisingly helped me through a lot. I turned my back to the home we had built from nothing before making my way past the gate, following the long line of delinquents leading us to safety.

The gunners were first to leave, making sure to keep looking out for anything that could possibly kill us during the 120-mile track to the ocean. Anyone who wasn't a gunner was supposed to stay towards the middle or at the end of the line, but leaving Jasper's side was the last thing I wanted to do.

I caught up to him and Miller, walking alongside them and another delinquent named Drew as they spoke about the ocean. Billions of gallons of water filled with salt, just waiting for our arrival.

"You know what I'm gonna do when we get to the beach?" Miller asked.

I jumped onto his back, holding onto him tightly. "What?"

He held my legs, flashing a smile at me. "I'm going surfing."

Chuckling slightly, I shook my head. "I'm pretty sure you need to know how to swim before you can surf."

Jasper rolled his eyes with a sigh, "Quiet, keep your eyes open and hey, be careful with her," he said to Miller, referring to me on his back.

"No more wood. A view of the ocean. No more damn trees, just pale blue water." Drew babbled with a smile, looking up at the sky. I couldn't help but smile with him.