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...
" waiting hurt her. forgetting was hard for her. not knowing what decision to make was the most painful. so she focused on what she had to smile about "
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The smoke is all too familiar, sending chills up my spine. I run over to the source despite my aching body, smoke billowing from the meat furnace.
Then, it bursts up into flames, many of the delinquents shouting and yelling. Octavia was in there as I passed by earlier, my heart pounding at the realization. I start to head into it, coughing through the pain and smoke. But two figures I recognize emerge from the flames, and a sigh of relief courses through me. I stumble back from the fire, the heat licking at my already scathed skin.
"Get some water on this!" I raise my voice, looking to the campers around me. My voice is hoarse and strange, still not quite back to normal. They all look to the foreign sound, eyes landing on me. I raise my eyebrows in question, and they scurry off for buckets in no time. I glance at Murphy behind me, before kneeling down next to the Blake siblings.
"Are you okay?" Bellamy asks Octavia, his eyes filling with worry as he places a hand on her back. She coughs, nodding in response. I wince, knowing the feeling.
I look up to the flames, the orange and red fire lighting up around the wooden shack. That was all of our meat, all of our food. We were already low on rations, and we wouldn't last long without it. We would starve before the grounders even get here.
"What happened?" I ask gently, my brow creasing in thought. Octavia knew the fire couldn't get to big- aside from the obvious fire part of that, the meat would spoil faster.
Octavia opens her mouth to respond, but someone else does for her. From beside me, Murphy pushes up past me, and to his feet.
"This is all your fault. We told you that was too much wood!" Murphy yells, lunging at the dark haired boy named Del.
"Get the hell away from me!" Del yells back, the both throwing too many punches for me to tell who's who, the both of them scuffling against each other. I reach behind me for my sword, beginning to draw it.
Suddenly, a hand is on my elbow, gently pushing it back into its sheath. Bellamy gives me a warning glance, and I mentally curse myself for letting him be in the room when Clarke diagnosed me. 'No straining or intense physical activity' she had said. Apparently, stopping a fight was included in that. I scowl to no one in particular, letting Bellamy handle this one. I had sort of wanted to get a few in on Murphy.
"Hey hey hey, stop!" Bellamy shouts, getting in between the two, using his hands to push them apart. The continue to lunge at each other, until they realize Bellamy wouldn't let that happen. "Save it for the grounders!"
