Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter thirty-two

The others continued to make their way through the graveyard. They finally came to a half as they reached a cliff. At the bottom of the landmark rested a destroyed piece of the Ark. Murphy cleared away his thoughts as he commented, "Rough landing."

"There's nothing we can do for these people. We gotta go," Finn finally said after a few moments of silence.

The group turned to leave but the leader stopped and asked, "Did you hear that?" The others paused at Bellamy's words, staying silent until they heard a noise from the edge of the cliff.

Sterling moved closer to the edge and looked down, catching sight of something moving halfway down. "Hey," he called to the others, grabbing their attention. "Hey, someone's down there!"

Whoever had the ill fate of having survived the crash heard the boy's voice and yelled, "Please! Up here! Please, help me!" She seemed to have listened to the group discussing the Ark, recognizing that these people had lived on it too, and knew she had to call for assistance. This was her one shot at survival.

Sterling seemed to recognize the voice, "Mel?" He looked down and made eye contact with his friend, who yelled again, "Help me!"

"You know her?" The lanky male asked with disbelief. Sterling interpreted the delinquent's tone to sound judgmental and condescending so he quickly responded, "Shut up, Murphy. She's my friend. We have to do something."

Mel screamed out from below, "Help me! Sterling, please!"

The group prepared to drop their belongings and rescue the girl but the tracker's words made them freeze, "We can't stop."

Bellamy could hardly believe the shaggy-haired male's statement. He was beginning to question the younger teenager's humanity. "This isn't a Grounder, Finn. We have a rope." If they had the tools, Bellamy did not understand why the tracker would not want to help. Sure, they still had to find the rest of their people, but the struggling teenager was one of them, too.

"You saw her. She'd never be able to hold onto it. We'd have to lower somebody down. It'll take time that we don't have. I hate this as much as you. . ."

The curly haired brunette finally seemed to understand what Finn was getting at. And although he hated it, Bellamy still responded, "I know. I. . . I know. Okay, I know."

"We'll come back for her. Okay?"

As Mel cried for help in the background, Finn and Bellamy had a stare-down. They seemed to both be deciding which was more important: save Mel and possibly lose the lives of their friends, or go find the others and come back for her. They had to decide if saving one life was worth more than fifty. Finally, the curly haired brunette motioned for the others to grab their things as he readjusted his gun and ordered, "We're movin' out."

But while Finn and Bellamy had been talking about coming back to save the struggling girl, Murphy watched as the youngest of the group had already grabbed the rope and made a harness of it. He tied it around a rock and started his journey downwards. The lanky male knew he probably should have said something to the others, but he could practically see Hazel's petite form shaking her head at him and gesturing for him to be silent. Her figure was hard to see in the light, but he knew it was her. Murphy knew it was his Hazel. He also knew that he was probably going crazy—that is, if he wasn't already.

Finn ran a hand through his hair before he turned to see the blonde male scaling the rock wall. "Wait! Sterling—hey!"

The curly haired brunette watched in disbelief before looking over at Murphy, who he was sure could have stopped Sterling from trying to rescue Mel by himself. But when Bellamy went to scold the lanky male, he noticed that Murphy was nodding at someone in the distance. This only confused the ex-janitor further because there was no one out there.