Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter thirty-one

They had been trudging through the forest all night without resting, and now that it was daytime, they were exhausted. But they were not giving up. They were missing too many people to just stop and take a break. Finn was leading the way, followed by Bellamy and Murphy, then Monroe and Sterling.

"Alright, Murphy." Bellamy slowed his pace so he could see which direction the lanky male pointed to. "Where to now?"

The traitor had been complaining the entire time, seeing as his hands were still tied and he was dehydrated. It reminded Bellamy and Finn of the one time they trekked through the unfamiliar woods in search of Jasper after he was taken. Only this time, it was only Murphy who was complaining. The group could almost hear the memory of Hazel's contagious laugh in the wind as she joked about something that no one else thought was funny. They were brought back to reality when Murphy brought his hands up and demanded, "I say we lose these first, alright?"

He was shot down immediately. "No."

Murphy had come up with a reasonable argument during their walk through the woods. "Hey if we get attacked out here I have nothing to defend myself—"

"I don't care." Bellamy was not falling for the lanky male's tricks. He could never trust him again, or at least that's what he thought. Murphy was dead to him and although the male Blake wanted to honor the dirty blonde medic's memory by accepting her best friend, he could not.

When the curly haired brunette was looking the other way, Finn stepped forwards and removed the binds from around the prisoner's wrists. "Thank you," Murphy said as he rolled out his wrists. It felt nice to separate his hands and stretch them above his head. The skin on his wrists was pink and raw, seeing as he had been tugged in every single direction over the course of the night.

Bellamy did not appreciate the tracker's actions, and as soon as he saw an unbound Murphy, he followed after the shaggy-haired male and asked, "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" This was not the first time the ex-janitor and tracker had gotten into a disagreement that night. After talking with Murphy in the cell, the curly haired brunette realized just how much he blamed the other boy for Hazel's disappearance. He decided that the one person he could blame was Finn, considering that Hazel joined the search party when looking for her younger brother.

"It was your idea to bring him," the male easily shot back as they walked in front of the rest of the group, avoiding overgrown branches and bushes as the pushed through the foliage. Unlike all of the others, Finn refused to even think about taking a break. He had already lost his sister, he would not allow the same to happen to Clarke.

Bellamy kept up with the younger male as he restated, "Yeah because he's the only one who's seen where the Grounders keep their prisoners."

"Then we probably shouldn't let him be defenseless out here." Finn moved forwards even quicker as the curly haired brunette fell back, "We can handle Murphy."

Bellamy readjusted his grip on his gun as he muttered, "Better hope so."

It was then that Murphy stepped forwards and somewhat jokingly asked, "So do I get a gun now?" Not even a second had passed before the lanky male was shoved with such a force that he struggled to keep himself on his feet. He shot a dirty look over his shoulder at Bellamy, who was looking off in the distance as if he were remembering something.

"Hey, Bell," the pretty, dark-haired teenager called out to her older brother. They were preparing to go hunting after the incident with the meat house, seeing as all of their food was burned.

The curly haired brunette looked up from the weapons he was sifting through. His eyes landed on the approaching female and he waited until she was in front of him before asking, "What?"