Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter twenty-one

The camp all froze as they heard Raven's strangled scream, having never heard such a horrifying sound before. Clarke had to cauterize the wound, which wasn't fun for the Latina. Judging by everyone else's reaction to the terrible sound, it wasn't fun for them either.

"That should stop the external bleeding," Clarke said as she removed the burning blade and set it off to the side. This seemed to be the only assurance Raven needed to feel even the slightest bit better. The bullet was still inside her and it would remain that way until they reached the ocean that Lincoln claimed to be safe.

Finn was holding his ex-girlfriend's hand and asked, "I don't understand. How did Murphy get a gun?" The blonde princess was wondering this, too, but she had been so preoccupied with Raven's injury that she had forgotten to ask.

"Long story," Bellamy quickly added as he entered the dropship. He had heard Raven's scream and figured it was about time he went inside and faced the newcomers. The brunette would have joined them earlier but he was trying to accept the fact that Hazel was dead for sure. If she wasn't with Clarke and Finn, she didn't stand a chance. Neither did Monty, for that matter.

"We got lucky." Raven looked over at the brunette and explained, "If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me, we'd all be dead." Her words did little to help the leaders. It only made them feel worse about the situation. If I had more control of the situation, this wouldn't have happened. Those were Bellamy's thoughts.

If I had just been here, things would be different. I could have stopped this. Clarke wondered.

If I had gotten the door opened earlier, I wouldn't have been shot and Murphy would be locked up within the camp. Raven blamed herself.

Clarke's eyes suddenly widened at her words, which tore her from thinking about all of the things she could have done to prevent the day's events. "Wait, there's rocket fuel down there? Enough to build a bomb?"

"Enough to build one hundred bombs," the pained brunette said weakly. "If we had any gunpowder left. . ." There was another thing Raven blamed herself for. If she had not left the canister of gun powder on the upper level when she was building her landmines, Murphy would never have escaped.

Bellamy then brought them back to their other problem, "Let's get back to the reapers. Maybe they'll help us. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' Right?"

The blonde exchanged a look with Finn before saying, "Not this enemy. We saw them. Trust me, it's not an option." It seemed as if their time spent with the Grounders had taught them something about Earth and all of its inhabitants—something the rest didn't fully understand.

"There's no time for this," Finn cut in. "Can she walk or not?" The Latina clenched her jaw together in frustration as Finn pretended that she was not in the room. She knew that him ignoring her would bother Hazel, too.

But instead of saying anything, Raven listened to the blonde, who said, "No. We have to carry her."

Now the Latina spoke up, "The hell you will. I'm good to go." She tried to sit up but her pained expression made all three of the others push her down. Raven did not particularly like the idea of weighing the others down and ruining their plans. If they wanted to leave camp before the Grounders arrived, they would have to do so fast, and Raven would just slow them down. She began to think that they would all be better off if they left her behind.

"Hey, listen to me. That bullet is still inside you." Clarke made eye contact with the injured female, "If by some miracle, there's no internal bleeding, it might hold until we get somewhere safe. But you are not walking. Is that clear? Besides, Hazel would say the same thing."