Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter forty-nine

Once the over-affectionate couple finished saying their goodbyes to each other, the group that volunteered to disrupt the summit were on their way. Because none of them had ever been to the grounder city of Polis, they had to trust that Echo would lead them there safely. This was difficult for some of them to accept, more specifically, it was difficult for Pike to accept. The dirty blonde medic was a bit hesitant as well.

From what Hazel understood, it was going to be at least a day's journey, which put them at a disadvantage. She also was struggling with accepting the fact that Echo had somehow made her way all the way to Mount Weather just because she felt remorse for abandoning them months ago. The dirty blonde didn't trust the sudden change of heart, and would remain just as skeptical as Pike during the excursion.

"C'mon, we need to keep moving. Pick up the pace, Daniels," called the curly haired brunette from in front of her.

The medic rolled her eyes before readjusting her rifle on her shoulder and replying, "Put a sock in it, Blake."

He glanced back at her, giving her a once over before turning away. The sight was a strange one, it was something he wasn't used to. Seeing Hazel was one thing, but seeing her with a gun was a whole other story. Bellamy remembered the days he wished with all of his might that she would return to him. When they were reunited, he never expected to see her like this—weapon in hand and ready for anything. It was so unlike the Hazel he had first met, and that scared him.

Hazel's point of view was also an odd one. She couldn't help but remember the hunting trip she and the ex-janitor had been on before everything had gone to hell. That had happened so long ago that the dirty blonde could barely remember why they had been on the trip. It was probably because of something Murphy did—god, she missed him.

As the dirty blonde continued on down memory lane, her lack of focus caused her to stumble over a tree root and fall to the ground. She felt her entire body get pulled down by gravity and her own clumsiness. This wasn't going to end well, she thought as her body began spiraling in a downwards direction down the side of the hill they were walking on.

"Fuck," she grumbled as her face was squished momentarily against the muddy ground. Her body continued to tumble, looking like a doll as she was thrown about.

No one had noticed her fall until she was halfway down the small mountain. It was Bellamy who was the first to take action.

"Damnit, Hazel!"

He immediately moved in her general direction, being cautious not to make the same mistake she had as he stepped over the enormous tree roots. The others had halted, still confused as to where the dirty blonde had gone. They all waited and watched as Bellamy carefully moved down the mountain, completely focused on getting to the damsel in distress.

The brunette felt his foot slip and he would have gone down the same way Hazel had if he hadn't been lucky enough to catch onto a nearby tree. With his arm wrapped around the bark, the ex-janitor leaned over to look at where the medic had fallen. It took him a moment to see her, and when he did, he almost let out a laugh. Hazel, unfortunately for her, had landed in a small pond and she did not look pleased.

Tumbling down the mountain and into the water made her immediately think of when the hundred had first come down to Earth. Hazel was reminded of the time when she and Octavia had almost died due to the snake-demon that inhabited the radiation-filled lake. They had barely known each other, but were willing to risk everything for the other. Many things had changed since that day, but not that. Octavia and Hazel only continued to grow closer after that fateful incident. That was also the same day that Jasper almost got killed with a spear by a grounder.