kissing death. || the 100 fanfiction

4/sorry.

I painfully try to lift my head but there's too much pressure on my body. There's something holding my chest down and I can barely breathe.

I reach my arms out to fish myself out of wherever I am. I remember Pike's Earth Skills class back on The Ark. He said on the very first day that we'd be surrounded by an alluvial, heavy material called 'dirt'. It's supposed to be used to plant food and therefore easy to dig. Maybe I'm buried in it?

"What the fuck?" I hear a boy say as I sit upright, "I gotta get you to Clarke!"

I nod and cringe at how bright it is out here.

"I-I thought you were dead, I'm so sorry," once I accumulate to the light, I recognize the boy as Wells.

I turn my head to see two other graves dug, "How long has it been since the dropship landed?"

"Two hours. I don't understand how you're alive, your pulse stopped. We should get going now. The camp's pretty far away," Wells drops his shovel and holds his hand out. I stand up on my own.

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"You weren't lying," I sigh. We've been walking for half an hour.

"Yeah, I know. "

"Sorry for the scare by the way," I remember his face when I stood up from my burial. He looked like he shit his pants.

"I buried you alive so we're even."

"How come we're so far away?"

"I kind of got banished from camp. Everyone hates me," his brow furrows and the corners of his mouth drop. I almost feel bad for him.

The walk back is silent and I regret asking him anything in the first place. What was I supposed to say? I'm not very good at comforting people.