Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter nineteen

"Come on," the authoritative voice of the curly haired brunette called to the hundred. He was irritated and panicked. The Grounders were coming and Hazel was missing—probably taken by the Grounders to be tortured and killed. Bellamy was having trouble figuring out which was worse. "These foxholes aren't gonna build themselves."

Raven scowled at the sound of the male's voice as he walked over to her from behind, "Better hope those landmines work." Bellamy lacked all confidence in the mechanic's skill ever since they had found out that four of their people were missing and that the Grounders were getting ready to slaughter them—neither being Raven's fault. "All the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades." She was in the middle of carefully tying a live wire around a wooden post, which was supposed to be a gentle task that she couldn't afford to mess up. One wrong move, and boom goes Raven.

When she finally placed the wire down, she sent a look over her shoulder at an annoyed-looking Bellamy and suggested with annoyance, "You want to come over here and test one?"

Everyone had been working all day. They had all split up into different groups and were either handling the food that had been brought in by the hunting groups earlier, guarding the walls and keeping watch for any suspicious movement, or helping Raven with her possibly glitchy land mines. Unfortunately for her, Jasper seemed to be the only one who was capable of even slightly understanding what they were doing so their progress with the fragile explosives was incredibly slow. And while everyone was working, Bellamy was prancing around, throwing orders in the air as if he were their king, which technically he was their leader—but he still wasn't doing any work. But that was not the only thing bothering Raven. His speech was too fast and difficult to understand, his movements were random and rapid, and he was extremely paranoid. It was very unsettling for the hundred to see their only leader (in camp—or even alive) acting so strange, which made it even harder for them to concentrate on what they were supposed to be doing.

"Cute," Bellamy replied sharply, his voice completely monotone. "I need this entire section mined by morning. Then you finish the south field." He turned to walk away but Raven had stopped what she was doing and quickly approached him.

She grabbed onto his arm, causing the brunette to halt. "Hey," Raven got his attention as Bellamy avoided eye contact. "I told you, we're going after Finn, Clarke, Hazel, and Monty in the morning."

"And I told you," Bellamy had tensed at the mechanic saying the dirty blonde's name. Even the mention of her made the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Hazel was gone—the only person the brunette actually considered as a friend was gone. "Nobody leaves this camp." His voice was very matter of fact, which the Latina noticed because he was signaling the end of the conversation. Bellamy did not want anyone leaving camp when their was a high chance that they would never return. He was being a cautious leader, having everyone's safety as a priority rather than four individuals who could already be dead.

He went to walk away again, but Raven was not going to sit back and comply with his orders. So what if he was their leader, Clarke was their leader, too. And Finn was their tracker, Monty their engineer, and Hazel their medic. Four very important members were missing and Raven considered at least two of them to be her family. She refused to take no for an answer. Not finding them was not an option.

"I'm talking to you. We can't just abandon our people—you want to lead them? Show them you give a damn!" Before Bellamy could respond to the Latina, a gunshot sounded from the east wall. Grounders? No, it can't be, Raven thought. We need more time!

"Whoa! What the hell was that?"

Everyone panicked, but instead of cowering away from what happened, they had all rushed towards the commotion—which only proved how much they had changed from when they first landed on the Earth, they went from being scared and reckless to strong and determined. When Bellamy reached the wall, he realized that the boy who had fired the gun had done so on accident. He supposedly had fallen asleep while on watch and his finger accidentally squeezed the trigger.