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But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun. You would cry out your eyes all along. We're damned after all.
— Mama, My Chemical Romance
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━━━━━━ May 22, 2150
"IT'S BEEN THREE HOURS. What are they waiting for?" Bellamy asked, impatient. There had been no other indications that the Grounders were lying in wait, other than Indra's intuition and the fallen tree.
⠀⠀⠀Casey sat in the back of the rover, not sure what else she could do. Her fingers drummed against her knee and breathed in and out to keep her anxiety at bay. It was a lot harder to do that when every few minutes either Monty or Bellamy sent her a worried look, like she was going to shatter the moment something went wrong. Even Kane sent her these odd looks that penetrated her very soul as if he had known her all her life. Like a worried father over his child.
⠀⠀⠀"Even with the light, I don't see anyone," Kane said as he peered out of the front window.
⠀⠀⠀"I say we make a run for it," Monty said.
⠀⠀⠀"No, that's what they want us to do," Kane argued.
⠀⠀⠀Casey glanced at Indra for her reaction. Out of everyone, Casey trusted her the most in this situation. If Indra felt the plan was their only viable attempt to escape, Casey would follow her. They were sitting ducks, anyhow.
