❝ Disappeared from the Ark
without a trace? ❞
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 from her life on the Ark, Clove Everhart finds herself entangled within a crowd of a hundred criminals. Despite her respect for the Ark's laws, s...
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Foghorn;
𝐓he blonde finds herself in between Finn and Bellamy as they lay inside the tent, praying it will be enough to shelter them from the fog.
Her heavy breathing makes her somewhat dizzy, although she can't help it. The memories from her last encounter with the fog have burnt themselves inside her mind.
Just like it burnt itself into her skin.
"How long are we supposed to wait?" Jasper breathes out.
She finally finds the courage to use her voice, "will this even work?" It's laced with concern as she speaks, eyes never leaving the red fabric before her.
"We'll find out," Finn replies.
Bellamy shifts beside her, and due to their bodies being pressed against each other, she instantly notices his movement. It makes her change her focus to him, clearly wondering what he's up to.
"No, we won't," the man grunts, causing her eyes to widen. She realizes what he's about to do. She instantly lowers her face to the ground and flings both arms to the back of her head.
As if they were to shelter her from the potential burning.
"There's no fog," he pauses after a while.
Clove is hesitant as she uncovers her face from the shelter of the ground. She squints her eyes as she's uncertain if he's right or not. It doesn't take long before she concludes that no damage is coming her way, eventually following after the others and rising to her feet.
"Maybe it was a false alarm," Finn deems as they scan their surroundings for any threats. A bulky silhouette lurks in the distance, its well-built structure displaying more weapons than a man should be able to carry.
"They're coming back."
Jasper whispers, "I think he's alone."
"Now, can we run?" she breathes out, her attention never leaving the sight of the grounder.
Bellamy determines, "he doesn't see us. I'm going after him."
"And do what? Kill him?" Finn inquires.
"No. Catch him, make him tell me where Octavia is," he begins to move towards where the grounder is sneaking around. "Then kill him."
A deep breath is taken through her nose, silently attempting to calm her unsettling nerves. She then grabs one of the knives that are safely tucked inside of her boot, hand clutching it tighter than needed.
