BOOK ONE IN THE SALVATION SERIES
"Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror. Victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival."
"You just ripped off Winston Churchill."
"Wow, Blake, congratulations...
" she was determined to keep her family safe. They could tell by the fire in her eyes that nothing would stand in her way "
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Clarke takes this silence as a time to calm the camp down, continuing to play leader while she was sick. I couldn't expect anything less from Clarke, she always put others before herself.
"This is exactly what the grounders want!" Her voice is raised as loud as it can go while sick, Clarke's sunken eyes concerning me. "Don't you see that? They don't have to kill us if we kill each other," Clarke walks down the dropship entrance, standing at the foot of it.
I glance around at the campers beside me, all of whom don't look convinced.
"They won't have to kill us if we all catch the virus. Get back in the dropship!" A kid from beside me yells, pointing a gun at Clarke. This is what we were talking about- kids that think they can whip out a gun as soon as they get mad are not kids that should have a rifle available to them.
It takes me no time to unsheathe my sword, putting it in front of the buzz-cut boy's throat. "Sweetheart, drop the gun," I order, glancing up at Bellamy who stands opposite me. He raises an eyebrow at me, slyly smirking.
The both of us watch the kid stand unmoving, and Bellamy shrugs. Then, I bring the butt of the sword into the kid's head while Bellamy slams the gun into his abdomen. As a result, he tumbles backwards to the ground, and I throw Bellamy his gun. I glance down at the camper, who curls up in pain on the ground.
"Nice one Princess," Bellamy mutters, side eyeing me as we stride towards Clarke.
"Not too shabby either Charming," I grin, sheathing my sword before looking to Clarke, who's eyes are wide from the events. What can I say? I'm a simple person, I see someone pointing a gun at my friend, I kick their ass without a second thought.
"To state the obvious," Bellamy pants, the previous events tiring, "Your quarantine isn't working."
Clarke's eyes glaze over, the gun hanging loosely by her side. "Clarke?" I ask, suddenly acutely aware that this virus could kill her.
It suddenly drops to the ground, Clarke's feet falling beneath her. Before I can react, Finn catches her without hesitation,and I wince to myself hearing Raven.
"Finn don't touch her!" She yells, knowing that he could catch the virus, possibly killing him. I look over my shoulder, watching Raven's face fall sadly as she see's Finn come to Clarke's aid.
I turn to Bellamy, the fear evident on my face. "How the hell do we prepare for a battle, keep things calm here, and not- die?!" I ask lowly, avoiding the groups gaze surrounding us.
