Strife - The 100

Chapter 2

Anastasia POV

"Come on, don't stop," I hissed at Monty, pushing him in front of me.

He quickly took the lead, Finn and Clarke in the middle, and Octavia and I at the back. Her injured leg was slowing her down. Sheathing the knife back in my boot, I ran behind Octavia, and scooped her in my arms without even thinking. She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, my breathing coming out in huffs. I was once again, grateful for my long legs and Octavia light weight. But running twenty miles back to the drop-ship, I was gonna tire myself out soon. Luckily for the both of us, I was stubborn as hell.

My feet stomping on the ground, I ran behind the group, slowly catching up. Octavia bounced in my arms, my drowsiness completely vanished when I repeated the image of Jasper being speared over and over again in my head. Jumping over a log, I stumbled on my feet when Monty fell to the ground, staying there for a couple of seconds.

"Monty, get up!" Octavia quickly told him while she was in my arms.

Finn tried to get Monty back on his feet but he was paralyzed at something in front of him. I looked at what he was looking at, chest heaving up and down.

"Shit," I breathed out, spotting what look like human bones.

That's when I spotted the skull that I questioned if it was even human. It was too big to be a human. The eyes sockets and the nostrils were to big. It was longer and wider than average, with sharp teeth.

"Who are they?" Finn panted out.

"What are they?" Clarke corrected him as she picked up the skull.

"We are so screwed," Octavia groaned in my arms.

"Majorly," I panted, nodding my head in agreement.

All of our heads snapped to side when we heard a distance scream that rattled me to the bones. It was Jasper's.

"Jasper," Clarke voiced out my thoughts,

"He's alive," I stated in shock.

Clarke ran back to where Jasper was at, me following right behind her.

"Wait, wait!" Finn told us in a hushed voice. "Stay out of the trees."

We all hid behind a tree, looking for Jasper from the last place we saw him. The only problem was, he wasn't there anymore.

"He was right there," Finn said with wide eyes.

"They must've dragged his body," I told them.

"No," Monty whispered in horror. "Where is he?"

"They took him," said Clarke.

"Look, we got to go back to the drop-ship, gather more people to search for Jasper," I told everybody. "Whatever that attacked him, it knows how to kill."

"We can't just leave Jasper," Octavia hissed at me.

"If you haven't realized by now Octavia, I'm literally carrying you since you can't walk," I shot back. "We'll come back for him."

"She's right," Clarke nodded her head in despair. "We need to warn the others."

Looking at all of their faces, we all reluctantly agreed to go back to the drop-ship and save Jasper later. I breathed out heavily, adjusting Octavia in my arms.

"Twenty mile run," I groaned quietly under my breath. "Here I go."

We were once again, running for our lives. After about ten minutes of running, that's when I start to feel my body start to tired itself out. My breathing gotten even more heavier, my skin glistened with sweat, my hair sticking to my face. I could feel my legs shaking, my muscles feeling like they were turning into jelly. My arms felt like they were lead as I continued to carry Octavia. I felt like I was inhaling gasoline every time I took a deep breath in.