𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, the 100 [1]

twenty three

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Weaving around the trees in the forest made Aleta feel content. This was the best she had felt within the past few days, despite everything that had happened. She smiled as she took in her surroundings, a knife tightly clutched in her hand. Though, she knew that she would have to get close enough to an attacker in order to use it. She didn't know how to throw a knife that would cause damage to the attacker. Either way, she hoped that she wouldn't have to use it.

Some of the delinquents were scouring the forest to make sure that there were no grounders. Why? Aleta wasn't sure. But Bellamy wanted to take precautions. Elijah opted to stay back at camp. Aleta would've stayed with him but she wanted to be able to explore Earth a bit more, seeing as she never really got the chance.

So, Aleta walked alone down a narrow path, her eyes moving in every direction. She kept a close eye on her surroundings, looking for anything suspicious whilst taking in the beauty around her. She could feel eyes on her as she brushed her fingers against a tree. She knew it was either Bellamy or Clarke, maybe even both.

The two were walking together, talking about who knows what. In this moment, Aleta wished that Elijah, or even Raven, had come with her. They would have been able to distract her from the impending thoughts that were beginning to surface. Her mind wandered to her parents. To Sarai and Freya. To Abby. To everyone on the Ark. That was, if there was even anyone left.

She knew that she shouldn't think about it. That thinking about it would cause her to break down. But, she couldn't help it. All thoughts of her parents somehow not being on the Exodus ship were gone. She knew that it was implausible. Her parents are on the council, of course they would be on that ship. Well, at least they were on the council. And Freya and Sarai, they were probably dead as well.

It would've been a horrible death too. Suffocation. She couldn't imagine what it was like. And she didn't want to. Something cold brushed against Aleta's hand and startled her out of her thoughts. Her eyes swept beside her to see Bellamy, his eyes filled with some sort of emotion. "Yes?" She inquired.

"We're uh, heading back to camp," he replied. She nodded and looked him over, realizing that his gun was what touched her hand. "Okay," she turned and began walking back in the direction that they had come from, Bellamy on her heels. "Have you talked to Clarke?" He asked in an attempt to make conversation with the girl. "No, why?" She responded, not sparing him a glance.

"I don't know. I was just wondering," he muttered. She stopped to look at him. He stopped as well. "Did she say something?" Aleta asked. "Like what?" Bellamy asked back. "I don't know, Bellamy. You're the one who was talking to her," she said, continuing to walk back to camp. "She didn't say anything," he assured. The two walked in silence, Aleta growing uncomfortable in it.