Beautiful Disaster

Nine

               Third Person POV

Clarke and Finn take the lead while Kayleigh, sandwhiched between Monty and Octavia, they were helping the girl try to keep up with the brutal pace.

Lungs on fire, drenched in sweat, and still panting heavily, she can feel her pant leg dripping with blood, the tourniquet having losened a while ago blood running freely, she doesn't utter a single complaint.

Over and over the scene played on repeat in her head. She felt horrible for leaving him behind, after all just the previous day he had risked his life just to save hers, a complete stranger, but he did it none the less.

Her goal, getting whatever supplies they could scounge up from the dropship, and to get help to go find Jasper.
As they neared camp they could hear rooting and shouting up ahead, Clarke and Finn moved faster.

"Wells!" Clarke yells, seeing her once best friend holding a knife against Murphy's neck, a crowd of delinquents surrounding them cheering them on. "Let him go!" She yells as she and Finn start jogging down the hill towards the others.

At the sounds of Clarke's voice, Wells pushes Murphy away from him, tossing the makeshift blade to the ground, making his way towards Clarke.

Seeing the opportunity to lash out against Wells, Murphy quickly grabs a hold of the knife and goes to charge at the boy, only to have Bellamy step in front of him.

"Enough, Murphy" he says slightly pushing him back. Turning his gaze to the group that left for Mount Weather he looks for his sister.

Takes him less than a minute to spot her, holding up Kayleigh, then he's jogging over towards them.

"Octavia. Are you all right?" Running his gaze searching for any sign of injury and finding none.

"Yeah, I'm fine Bell." she answers as her and Monty set Kayleigh down onto a log.

Monty moving to sit down close by while Octavia give her brother a quick hug.

"Where's the food?" He asks turning to look at Clarke

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather." Finn answered sitting down next to Monty.

"What the hell happened out there?" Bellamy demands looking over to Kayleigh looking for any visable wounds and seeing none.

"We were attacked" Clarke says shifting her gaze from Bellamys to everyone else starting to crowd around behind him.

"Attacked?" Wells asked confused.
"By what?"

"Not what. Who." Finn called out from his spot on the log, "It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last Grounder."

"It's true" Kayleigh said softly closing her eyes, running a shaking hand through her long hair, not seeing the way Bellamy was watching her movements eyes narrowing on the makeshift bandages on both wrists.

"Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us." Clarke says loudly so everyone could hear followed by Finn adding, "Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will."

"Where's the kid with the goggles?" Wells asked noticing their group was missing one member.

When it seemed like Clarke wasn't going to answer the boy, Kayleigh spoke up loud enough to be heard.

"Jasper was hit. They took him." Eyes starting to water as she thought back to the boy.

Looking intently at Wells, Clarke marches right up to him and grabs his now bare wrist.