𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, the 100 [1]

twenty one

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Bellamy rushed into the dropship, a rifle in his hand. Aleta turned to him and shook her head. "Bellamy, stay back," she warned. "Did he do something to you?" He questioned in concern. He took a step toward Aleta but she took a step back. "Don't," she warned again.

"What the hell is this?" He asked, noticing the now drying black blood under her eyes. Clarke looked at Murphy and then to Bellamy. "Biological warfare," she began and he looked at her. "You were waiting for the grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it. Murphy is the weapon," the blonde continued.

"Is this your revenge, helping the grounders kill us?" Bellamy asked the boy. "I didn't know about this, okay, I swear," John defended. "Stop lying! When are they coming," Bellamy exclaimed. "Bellamy, calm down," Aleta said quietly. He sent a look her way before turning back to John.

"Murphy, think, all right? What can you tell us that's useful? Did you hear anything?" Clarke asked him. "They're vicious, cruel," the boy answered. "You wanna see vicious?" Bellamy asked, walking forward. "Hey, don't," Clarke commanded. "Whatever this thing is, it spreads through contact."

"Clarke?" Finn said, rushing into the dropship. "Finn. You shouldn't be in here," Clarke told him. "No one should," Aleta added, sending the boy a look. "I heard you were sick," Finn breathed, eyes on the blonde. "Clarke, what is this?" He then asked, looking around the dropship.

"I don't know, some kind of hemorrhagic fever. We just need to contain it before—" Clarke was cut off by Derek retching. He began seizing on the floor and Clarke walked over to him. Finn stopped her and she quickly moved away. "Hey, don't touch me. You could get sick. Wash your hands now," she told him. Aleta made her way over to where Derek was. He began vomiting blood. "What the hell is happening to him?" Finn questioned.

"I don't know," Clarke responded. Aleta squatted in front of him as he began choking on his blood. He then stopped moving and she frantically began feeling for a pulse. "Is he..." Bellamy didn't finish his question. "He's dead," Aleta confirmed, looking up at him.

Aleta stood and her head began to spin. She stumbled slightly but didn't fall. Clarke began talking to them about a quarantine. Finn left the dropship to do as he was told. "Connor, who was with you when you found him? Who carried him in? Think," Clarke said.

"The first one there was Octavia," Connor responded after a moment. Bellamy froze before quickly rushing out of the dropship. A few minutes later, he came back with Octavia. Clarke and Aleta grabbed rags and used them to cover their mouths and nose. Bellamy took one as well and stayed close, but not too close, to them.

The two girls began examining Octavia as more sick people filed into the dropship. "Okay. We're done. No visible signs of swelling or bleeding," Clarke said, turning off the flashlight that she held. "So you're saying she doesn't have it?" Bellamy asked. "I'm saying she doesn't have symptoms, but that could change. We need to keep her here just in case," Clarke responded.