Hell and Back (The 100)

38 - Home

The camp had become my home. Something that I had never expected to happen when we were on our way down here in the first place. 

For most of my life, I have lived in a tiny cell on the Ark in space. That cell had become the place I lived and never left for any reason. I hated every second of being locked inside of it. The Ark never felt, like, a home to me. Perhaps, if I had the privilege to live with my parents and brother, my opinions would have been different. 

Despite all of our struggles and losses, Earth has started to feel more, like, home to me than my cell on the Ark ever did. On Earth, I have my brother back in my life. The twin brother I never even saw once on the Ark because I was the illegal child. Now, I see Jasper nearly every second of the day. 

Down here, I actually have a life. This camp has become my home, something that I never thought I would have or get the chance to experience. I just wish it didn't come down to me leaving this place. 

Jasper steps up beside me near the only fire still going. "I know you don't want to leave and- and I'm sorry." His head twists in my direction, carefully analyzing my facial features for any kind of response. 

I press my lips together and choose to remain silent. We got into a small argument about ten minutes ago about what we should do. I wanted everyone to stay and fight, like we had been playing on doing. Jasper just couldn't understand why I didn't want to leave with everyone else. When it came down to it, I knew that I was not going to be separated from my own twin brother again. 

That's when I gave in. Jasper was happy that I agreed to go with them to the ocean. In fact, most of the camp was thrilled to know I would be joining them on this journey. When Bellamy heard I'd be joining them, he caved in, as well. 

"Wren." 

At the sound of my name, I spin around and spot Miller making his way over to us by the fire, the extra rifle held in his hand. A couple of feet away, Bellamy's head lurches in our direction, focusing on the gun Miller is holding out in his outstretched hand. 

"You're gonna need this," Miller announces and comes to a halt. 

I reach out for the gun, wincing at the added weight of the rifle as it sends sharp jolts of pain all throughout my wrists and arms. Clarke was kind enough to re-wrap them for me when she heard that I was going to be following them to the ocean. 

The pain is constant with every move or weight I hold in my hands. I continue to push it to the back of my mind. There's more important things to worry about than the pain in my wrists. I need to stay focused on getting all of us safely to the ocean. 

My body angles toward Jasper, after I loop the gun over my shoulder by the strap. "You do not leave my side." I order my brother. 

His head bobbles up and down. "We stay together." Jasper agrees, grabbing his own gun that hung from his shoulder. 

"Thank you, Miller." I give him a tight lipped smile.

He nods back before moving toward the hoard of gunners by the front gate, all prepared to begin our trip. Miller starts to order them around as the rest of the camp files in and the gate opens. 

My eyes fall back to the campfire. I'm sad to be leaving this place. I'm scared for what may happen when we are out there in the woods. Neither Bellamy or I think this is a good idea. I just know someone is going to be killed, yet no one thinks I'm right. 

"You did good here, Bellamy, Wren." Clarke strolls up to the campfire. She glances at the two of us, and that's when I realize Bellamy had walked over when Miller came up to me.