Book of the Tugsten Series.
Following Season Three and Four of The 100
Ranking
#72 in murphy 11/03/2020
#4 in mecha 10/07/2020
#13 in grounders 02/11/2019
#73 in bellamy 05/05/2020
#7 in engineering 07/02/2020
#74 in ravenreyes 05/05/2020
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"You're driving. The Archbishop of Arkadia isn't allowed behind my precious child."
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After a week we've finally begun to make a dent in the repairs. Raven and I've created teams around Arkadia to get everything done at a quicker pace and so far it's run smoothly. Since Arkadia is not under any threat I worked with Bellamy to create hunting parties from those who are on guard detail. We need to build up our rations for the next five years and the crops we're currently cultivating can only grow so quick.
"You know" I call over the welding gun in my hand "Wick would be telling us how pointless it is to lock all the food and medications in one room."
Vaguely I hear Raven laugh as she welds up a hole in the roof of the bedroom which we've converted into a rations room of sorts. "I can practically hear both of you arguing right now", Raven tells me from the other side of the room "You guys were good like that."
Humming I turn the gun off, my leather glove finger scratching at the place on the door which I'd been welding "We'd been an awesome team."
"We are", Raven corrects me over the sound of her gun. When I remain quiet Raven pulls up her helmet, peering over her shoulder to me "Wick's just no longer around to argue with our decisions. Particularly yours." Smirking I roll my eyes, switching the gun back on to clean up my work.
"Two meals a day for people working as hard as ours", I hear Bellamy down the hall. Ceasing my work I yank off my helmet to see him wheeling a trolley with Clarke "We won't make any friends."
"Well if there's one thing our people understand it's rationing", Clarke fires back as I'm waltzing over to look over the trolley. Reaching down the bottom I find the metal sheet I'd requested. "Besides once we close those doors it'll be one meal a day for the next five years."
"Try one meal every other day", Raven comments from her place, still welding the roof hole shut "Hunting parties are coming back with less and less."
"Thanks to Nylah we've managed to preserve more meat than ever", I mention regretfully to Bellamy and Clarke "But it's still not going to be enough." When both remain silent I add "Without a way to make water growing our own protein as we did on the Ark is not an option."
