READY, AIM, FIRE [B.BLAKE]

CHAPTER THREE

       First thing on Hazel's to-do list: get that damn gun out of her bra. She'd hid it in a bush with her guards uniform while playing frisbee, but after Nathan Miller almost found it while taking a pee break, Hazel knew she needed to hide it somewhere no one would accidentally stumble across it.

       Murphy had set up a tent for the two of them to share. Good thing was that she had shelter while many of the others slept on the ground under the open sky.

       Bad thing was that it was right next to Bellamy's tent.

       "Did it have to be here?" Hazel whined, standing in front of the tent that Murphy had just put together. Out of the two of them, he was definitely better with the building talents.

       Murphy smirked at her, "what? Scared your boyfriend in the next tent is gonna hear us banging all night?"

       "There was so much wrong in that sentence that I'm just gonna pretend I never heard it," Hazel rolled her eyes and entered her new tent.

       When Murphy didn't follow, she sighed in relief and pulled the gun out of her bra.

       That uniboob was not fun.

       Hazel knew since she wasn't going anywhere, she wouldn't need the gun just yet, and she definitely didn't want anyone to know she had it. Unlike Bellamy, who didn't hesitate to shove his in everyone's face, Hazel didn't need a shotgun to get people to listen to her.

       The brunette tucked the weapon safely underneath her makeshift pillow, somewhere she knew no one would look.

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Hazel and Wells made a good team. Not really, but Wells did think so. Hazel just thought Wells was a little stuck up and too serious, like Clarke. Hazel knew her priorities, but come on, let loose, they were on the ground!

       The duo were digging up graves for the two boys that died in the crash. Well, Wells was doing most of the digging and Hazel was changing her clothes. The shorter dead kid was almost the same size as Hazel, if not a little bigger and had practically the same size feet as the girl, so she changed out of Shumway's guard jacket and shoes and pulled on the boy's jacket and shoes.

       And then she had to undress the two boys. She took off their shirts and pants, and boots and socks, leaving them in their underwear. Her stomach tightening, Hazel looked away from the corpses—why should two kids have to undress and bury the dead bodies of their friends? Why should there be two dead bodies in the first place?