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I couldn't focus on much right now. All I could do was stare at the body that had fallen in the middle of the bunker. The bullet that had went through his skull was present a few inches away from where he had fallen. The insides of his brain was spewing from the hole Finn had put through his head.
I couldn't even look at Finn. He was such a good person at the start, and I didn't know when he turned this dark. I could see the change in his eyes when he saw me in the hallway back at camp, but I didn't think much of it. But when we reached the bunker, I saw it all in full force.
I don't know what this grounder had done before we had saw him. Truth be told, I didn't really care, but nobody deserved that. What that was, was cruel, ruthless aggression, taken out on a man that didn't deserve that type of punishment. Even if he was a grounder. All we wanted were answers, and he clearly didn't know anything. He was just a low life, straggling for things he could probably sell off somewhere. And no matter how much I said it was worthless, I was ignored.
I look over to Bellamy to see him stare at me worriedly, but I just ignore his stare and look back at the body.
"Let's move out" I hear him call out to us, but I don't move yet. I just stay there and think about what life this man had, or could have had. He could have been a father to some poor kid out there. He could have had a wife or a girlfriend who really loved him and just wanted him to be safe in this fucked up world we all were dealt. Now Finn just potentially made a kid an orphan or a woman a widow. That was something that would never leave his mind. And although it was pretty messed up to believe this, I don't think he even cared about that. All he was worried about was Clarke, because that's what this really was about.
But even Clarke wouldn't recognize this person.
"Come on Oro" Bellamy said to me, and I look around to see everyone had left already. I sigh to myself before bringing my bag closer to my body. "Don't worry too much".
"How could I not Blake?" I question as I look at him. "Is this who we are now? Killers? When we fought the grounders back at the drop ship, it was understandable. It was kill or be killed. That's what happens in war. But this? This was murder! That was a completely defenseless man. He probably had a family" I say to him, my voice rising in anger.
"And we have family too. We did what we had to do" he tries to tell me, but I scoff at his response, disbelief written all over my face.
"Oh that's bullshit Blake and you know it. He didn't know a damn thing and you know it. And I said as much, but you all thought it was nice to ignore the only person with a working brain down in this hell hole! I don't always make the best choices and decisions, but even I see this is wrong Bellamy!" I say, about to continue when I just give up. I don't have time to argue about what's right and wrong down here. Probably because apart of me is trying to stay humane when I know that had a grounder captured one of us, they would have probably done the same thing, although they did let Murphy go, virus included, but they still let him go. And the same thing with Sarah as well. But I guess that just doesn't matter to anyone anymore.
