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Get my pretty name outta your mouth. We are not the same with or without. Don't talk about me like you might know how I feel.
— Therefore I Am, Billie Eilish
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━━━━━━ September 14, 2149
THEY WERE RUNNING, RUNNING, running, running until Casey could barely feel her legs, her lungs. The scenery she had admired was now a barrier between the danger lurking behind and the false sense of security ahead. Casey could hear herself counting aloud, but no one noticed it. They weren't quiet on their sprint back to camp, so if the attacker followed her voice, it wasn't like they couldn't hear their loud footfalls, either.
⠀⠀⠀Monty tripped and fell face-first into the dirt. Octavia and Finn skidded to a stop and pulled him up where he lay without struggling to move. Casey worried he had given up, but he had been focused on the bones littering the clearing. Everyone stopped as they realized what they were standing in a graveyard. Casey felt like they needed to just keep moving and ignore the display
⠀⠀⠀We aren't safe. We aren't safe. We aren't safe. We aren't safe.
⠀⠀⠀"Who are they?" Finn asked.
⠀⠀⠀"It doesn't matter!" Casey snapped, catching his surprised gaze. "We need to keep moving, no matter how interesting it is!" she exclaimed breathlessly, knocking the skull Clarke had picked up out of her hand. Casey nearly dragged them back to the dropship herself when they heard a scream from the river.
