Something Unexpected

Chapter 14

     Clarke took a hesitant step forward. She heard a groan from behind her and winced; John was alive-- although if she didn't have time to look at him soon, she didn't know for how long-- but he was making noise.

     It was one thing to carry a gun, but another to hold one up when your hands were shaking so hard you could knock someone out without even trying. Yet, Clarke raised her hands, clutching the weapon so tight her knuckles were turning white.

     Creek.

     Behind her.

     Clarke whipped around.

     Creek.

     Behind her again?

     She turned. She couldn't take it anymore. She felt like she was going insane.

     "What the hell do you want?" She screeched, flinching as her words bounced off the walls of the bunker.

     Murphy groaned again from the floor, much louder this time.

     That was the last thing she saw before a hand clamped over her mouth. This doesn't make any sense. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not this way.

     Clarke was tired of blacking out.

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A/N

Another short one.
Do you hate me yet? xD
Anyway, I'm going to update my stories throughout this week and I'm going to start yet another one again tonight. Like I said, writing all different stories gets my brain juices flowing. My other stories always start to be better quality. Don't know what it is.
It's going to be a Hunger Games / The 100 crossover, probably. That, and maybe a modern-day murder AU. Still thinking about it.
Oh, and a Minty story is coming up. I already have all of the plots to my stories planned out, so lots of writing for me in the future. Guess that's what happens when you have muse through the roof.
Also, I just watched Road Kill. All I have to say is thank the good Lord for Bob Morley.

- Anna