Where Light Dies

28. Bonds Unsevered

"What's the meaning of this?"

"We're going to - "

"Ten days. We kick them out in ten days."

-- Carlisle, Base camp -- 2016 --

"What the fuck Blake? Even after I told you?" snapped Mark, pissed at him. "These people are staying. You hear m- "

Blake's fingers were now clawing at Mark's collar. "You are in no fucking position to make demands. None of us are. Now shut your hole Mark!"

These are people Dayton, not livestock, a voice rung inside his head. That may be true, but they were refugees here.

This was no time to be pulling dead weight.

Mark calmed down, shaking off Blake's grip. The people they saved were in the infirmary now, burning through the camp's medical supplies. It was just a matter of time before Gillian noticed. Right now they had another problem to deal with. Carter was stomping his way over to them, shoving everyone who stood in his way to the sides.

"I know I brought in the Harringtons and all, but think before you act like a fucking saint kid! This isn't the right time or the right situation. What the hell is wrong with you? You wanna see us die that bad?"

"It wasn't my call Carter."

"Then who this guy?" he snapped, pointing his thumb at Mark.

"Yeah."

"And since when does he decide whether we get to live or die Dayton?"

"Look Cart just, calm down for a second. Those people, he says he knows them. And If he's right, they aren't people we wanna chase away."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"I need to check first. Send every Harrington you see this way. I wanna to be goddamn sure before I tell the right people."

Carter hadn't finished with him, but the look on Blake's eyes gave it all away. This was something important, whatever it was. Besides, he had a hunch of what was going on. He just didn't know what would happen in the end, even if it all played out well.

"I don't know what you're planning kid, but Sarah isn't gonna be happy. It better be something good enough to make up for this bullshit you pulled."

"No hope there," Blake replied, looking at Mark. "She's gonna be pissed either way."

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"How does it feel to be on your own two feet again."

"It's not like I'm walking for the first time in years."

"Once a bitch, always a bitch," Claire countered, beating Reyna to the chase.

"Like I said, somethings don't change."

Reyna stretched her legs. Her chest was still heaving from the short walk, but she'd rather keep that part to herself. Even the sight of beds now terrified her.

"So, what do you wanna do now jelly legs?" Claire mocked. "A walk around the camp? Check out the new supplies? Take a long bath? They've even got video games for kids like you," she blabbered, hoping to hit a home run with the last one.

However, one look at her face was enough to change it all. "Rey?"

"Where's Anne?" Reyna asked.

Claire took a deep sigh, staring at the hallway. "Probably in her room."

"You coming?"

"Sure," Claire replied in a low voice. You never once stopped thinking about it, didn't you?