On the Run ~ON HOLD~

Chapter 31 The Plan

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"They're lying to us," Clarke explained.

Since Thea had been released, the others had been telling her what had gone down during their time in Mount Weather. Clarke believed that the people here were lying to them. She told Thea how she saw a bullet wound on a man who President Wallace had said was shot by Grounders. Grounders don't use guns.

Clarke swore that she had seen the bullet wound but when she confronted President Wallace about it, he insisted that it had been from an arrow. He showed Clarke the body again and this time, she saw what was clearly an arrow wound. She believed they had doctored it. They didn't want them to know that their people were still out there. For some reason, they wanted to keep them inside Mount Weather.

Thea was inclined to believe Clarke despite the others' doubts. She trusted Clarke. And besides, she had a feeling that something wasn't right. Something about the way the people here looked at them when they walked by. Something was just off.

"So what do we do now?" Thea asked.

The two girls were sitting on the top bunk of a bed in the dorm room the forty-eight had been assigned to. Clarke had a map of the place on her lap, marked with her own handwriting with the information the people of Mount Weather had conveniently forgotten to write. Like where the exits were.

"We have to convince the others," Clarke told her. "And then we have to get the hell out of here and find the rest of our people."

Thea huffed. "Good luck with convincing them. They're all convinced that this is heaven. I don't know why we're he only ones who can see there's something else going on here."

Clarke nodded, sighing. "Then we'll have to find some way to prove it to them."

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Thea sat in the dining hall, pondering over their current situation when she saw Clarke rush past her. Jumping to her feet, Thea rushed after the girl, curious as to where she was going in such a hurry.

She caught up with her halfway down the hall.

"Clarke, what are you doing?" she asked.

Clarke jumped but quickly regained her composure, pressing a finger to her lips to signal the other girl to be quiet. She pointed around the corner and Thea peeked around. She saw a man with parts of his flesh that looked like it had been boiled. As she watched, he scanned a key card, disappearing from sight as she turned back to Clarke.

"Who's that?"

"He's the man that survived the radiation. I can't believe how quickly he's healed. I saw him just yesterday and he was practically dying."

Thea's brow furrowed. "So what do you think they did to heal him so fast?"

"I don't know but I plan to find out."

"How?" Thea asked as she followed the blonde back to the dorm.

Clarke paused, thinking for a moment before muttering to herself, "Only patients are allowed in medical."

Thea was about to ask her what she was on about but Clarke gripped the side of a bed, using the metal to slice the half-healed gash on her arm. Thea gasped as blood spurted from the wound.

"Clarke what the fu—"

Clarke cut her off, grabbing her shoulder and stumbling a little. "Okay," she breathed out heavily. "I'm going to medical to see what's going on. If you can figure out a way to get in there with me, do it. But don't draw too much attention to yourself."