Warriors | The 100 | Season 1

0 2 1. S1 E11 Part 2

"We're running low on ammo," I announced as I counted the remaining rounds. My voice was still hoarse from the earlier fire.
Bellamy ran his fingers through his hair and hung his head. "If the grounders attack, we've got next to no chance."
His demeanour portrayed desperation. He'd changed so much since we first landed. He'd become less concerned about himself and more worried about the welfare of everyone else - as demonstrated when he pulled me from the fire. Maybe that's what attracted me to him. I still wasn't entirely sure how I felt about him, but I knew I liked him.
"We'll see what Raven can do," I said, trying to lift his spirits. "We didn't make it this far to be taken out by a few spears."
He gave me a half-hearted smile in appreciation. "I'll go talk to her," he said softly before he got up and left the tent.
I sat alone in silence, contemplating all the possible outcomes that might occur in the next few days.
No one knew when the Grounders might attack, for all we knew, they could be circling the camp right now, and we might never know. Nothing was going right for us at the moment.
I subconsciously scratched my neck, forgetting about my burns. The moment my nails scratched my skin, an intense stinging sensation ran down my spine. I suppressed a scream of pain and placed my hand over the burn to try to stop the stinging.
Once it had subsided, I stood and exited the tent to find some water to cool down the area and soothe my dry throat.
I stood over the water trough and splashed water over my neck before scooping up handfuls and drinking them, relishing in the coolness of the liquid. I felt it run down my throat and ease the searing pain. As the water evaporated from the burn on my neck, it had an amazing cooling effect.
I took a few deep breaths and decided to do something useful instead of dwelling on my pessimism. I made my way to the Dropship, where I found Monty sitting in front of a piece of machinery.
"Is that from the Exodus ship?" I asked as I came over to him.
He looked at me and said, "Yeah, the Black Box. I thought there might be some clues on this and be able to figure out why it crashed."
I didn't say anything but hoped he could figure it out. Any information on how and why my father died would bring me some sort of peace on the incident. He continued turning a knob, and strange static noises pitched and yawed. The frequency changed, and the tone fluctuated.
"What is that?" I asked softly.
Just before Monty could answer, Raven walked in holding a wire spool.
"I found some good antenna wire for the radios. This guy was using it to fix his bed." She added with slight amusement. "You find anything else from the Exodus ship wreckage?"
"Yeah, data log," Monty replied. "Want to hear something weird?"
He flicked a switch, and the static came back.
Raven listened intently momentarily and said, "Sounds like interference."
"Wait. It gets weirder. When the signal hit, their navigation system went nuts. They never got it back, and then boom." I tried to understand what they were talking about, but it was mostly gibberish to me. I understood enough to know that something went wrong. "It's like something was jamming the signal."
"That is weird. It also makes no sense whatsoever."
"No." Monty agreed.
"Now pull the drives and speakers," Raven ordered him.
"You want to strip it? We'll never find out why they crashed." Monty stated.
"We need every component we can get our hands on if we're going to make walkies," she explained. Then, with a thoughtful look, she turned her head towards the radio. And I need the radio."
"No way." Monty quickly stood from his chair and moved towards the radio to stop her. "How are we supposed to contact the Ark?"
Raven flicked a switch on the radio, but all that came from it was dead static "The Ark is not there. You're listening to a hole in the sky." Monty's face dropped with despair.
Raven was about to turn it off and pull it to pieces when Monty put his hand out, asking her to wait. "My family is up there," he begged her.
"I'm sorry." She atoned before pulling a handful of yellow wires off the speaker.
I felt a slight tug at my heart. I knew what Monty was going through; I could empathise with him.
Chatter began to grow louder outside, telling us the hunters had returned.
Raven and I made our way out of the Dropship to see the hunting parties file back in through the gate with their kills.
"The hunters are back? Is Finn with them?" Raven asked Murphy as we approached the table he was standing at, gutting fish.
"I don't think so." He said.
Clearly concerned, Raven kept searching the crowds for Finn. "Hey, relax. I'm sure Clarke is keeping him out of trouble." Murphy added, trying to stir up a commotion. Raven froze in her place and slowly panned her head.
"Shut the hell up, Murphy," I groaned. "You want to be useful, gut fish. You want to be hated, keep talking."
I couldn't see Raven's face, but I could tell that the pain of their breakup was still fresh in her mind. She still cared greatly about Finn, but the strain of him being in love with Clarke was too much for Raven to let their relationship continue.
After a moment, she strode off into the crowd.
I turned to Murphy and shook my head in disgust. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
I didn't give him a chance to reply before I spun around and entered the dropship to help Monty.
He was mournfully taking apart the radio, piece by piece.
"Can I help?" I asked.
"Sure." He said after a moment. "Can you start sorting those wires and parts?"
I looked down at the mass of electrical pieces on the table behind him, a little overwhelmed by the new task ahead of me. "I can try," I explained nervously.
"You're not familiar with any of this, I'm guessing," he inferred.
"Your assumption is correct," I replied as I sat before the table. I began to sort through the confusion before me, studying every piece I picked up, attempting to familiarise myself with everything. Monty noticed that I was having trouble with a few things and helpfully explained the basic things I needed to know before I could efficiently sort everything I was being handed.
As the night drew on, I began to grow tired. I tried to hide my yawns, but eventually, Monty caught on.
"Go to bed. You've had a busy day, almost burning to death and whatnot."
I recognised his comment as a joke and laughed it off, but I agreed that I needed to sleep. I stood from the table and made my way out. As I made my way towards my tent, I passed Raven. She carried her boots in her hands, and her hair was down and messy. In the direction she was walking, it looked like she'd just come from my tent.
I looked back at Raven walking into the distance as I ducked into the tent. As I spun back around, I saw Bellamy lying on the bed, wearing nothing and only covered with a blanket.
"Oh god!" I gasped, squeezed my eyes shut, and turned back to the tent entrance. "Sorry, I — Sorry," I mumbled and quickly left the tent, letting the tarp door fall behind me. I stood with my back to the tent, letting everything sink in. Suddenly, everything clicked. Raven had just come from our tent. I'm just glad I didn't get there sooner.
After a moment, I quickly walked away. I heard Bellamy call out my name, but I had disappeared before he could dress and follow me. I went to the only place I could think of: Octavia's tent.
I walked in still flustered and shaken from what I had just narrowly missed. Octavia was lying on her stomach on her bed, flicking through the book she'd gotten from Lincoln.
"Oh, hey, Annie." She greeted me before she saw my expression. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, closing the book and standing from her bed.
"I—" My breathing was laboured, like I had just been running.
"Sit down." She insisted, taking my arm.
I couldn't begin explaining to her what I had just witnessed, so I asked her, "What does heartbreak feel like?"
"Oh, um..." she thought for a moment, a little caught off guard that I had changed the topic, and said: "It feels like you've been punched in the chest; like a thousand knives are moving around inside you; like you're trying to keep everything together, but sooner or later you know you're going to break and implode."
I took a deep breath and buried my face in my hands. "God, why does that describe me perfectly right now?" I rhetorically asked her.
"What happened?" She asked me urgently.
"I just saw something I really wish I hadn't." I disclosed.
"With Bell?"
"Mhmm," I mumbled, my voice cracking an octave higher than usual.
I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Raven was my friend, but she had no way of knowing that this would have upset me because I had no idea, either.
And then there was Bellamy. This practically answered every question regarding my feelings towards him and his feelings about me. They were clearly not mutual.
We sat in silence for what seemed like a few minutes, but was more likely an hour, before I stood and said, "I need to get some air."
"Do you want me to come?" She asked from the floor.
I shook my head in response, gently declining her offer. I needed some time to be alone.
I wandered around, making sure to avoid Raven and Bellamy. After I was sure my heart rate had returned to normal, I decided to get a drink. I walked into the water tent and quenched my thirst, but I didn't leave yet. A soft shine caught my eye, and I saw a pair of makeshift scissors on the floor. I picked them up, and an impulsive thought came to mind. I removed the tie in my hair and slipped it into my pocket. On the far wall of the tent was a tarnished mirror salvaged from the bunker.
I stared at my reflection momentarily and ran my fingers through my hair, unweaving my waist-length braid and untangling any knots. I took a deep breath, took a section of my hair, and raised the scissors. Before I could change my mind, I closed the scissors over my hair and sliced through it. I let the long strands fall to the ground before I grabbed another section and cut it too.
It was a reckless decision, but my brain screamed to do something drastic. I kept cutting pieces of my hair until it took the desired shape. I brushed my now-short hair side to side, ensuring I hadn't missed any places. It looked a bit rough, but it looked good. I liked it. A bonus was that it removed my singed hair from the fire.
I walked out of the water tent and saw Octavia approaching me. I stepped out of the shadow and into the light of the fire. Her eyes widened the second she saw me, and her jaw dropped.
"Whoa!" She proclaimed. "Who did my brother do to make you do that?" she asked, referring to my meltdown an hour earlier.
"Real funny," I said acrimoniously. "Is it bad?" I asked her.
"No, I like it." She stated as she began walking in circles around me. "Damn. You really cut it all off, didn't you? Oh, I almost forgot!" She said suddenly, frightening me a little. "Clarke, Finn and Myles are missing."
"No one's seen them?" I asked for confirmation.
She shook her head. "Not since they left this morning."
Everyone was gathering around the campfire, getting uneasy, and waiting for instructions on what to do. Since I hadn't seen Bellamy yet, I decided to step in.
I made my way to the fire and picked up a rifle.
"Alright, listen up, everyone," I called loudly as I climbed to the top of the dropship ramp, catching their attention. "Clarke, Finn and Myles haven't returned. We don't know what's happened to them, and it's dangerous out there. We need to find them and bring them back safely and quickly." The crowd began to murmur uneasily.
Behind everyone, I saw Bellamy approach, but stayed at the back. He just stood there, watching and listening.
I turned away from Bellamy and returned to the waiting crowd before me. "I know you're afraid, but those are our people out there. We all need to be on high alert. Keep our eyes and ears open for Grounders. It's unsafe out there, but we don't leave anyone behind. I know they wouldn't if it were any one of us, so we can't leave them." The soft commotion died down a little. "So grab your weapons. Shoot only if attacked. We can't afford to waste any ammo. Stay safe and stay together."
With a few murmurs, the crowd dispersed and geared up. I stepped off the ramp and noticed Bellamy walking my way.
I knew I'd have to face him sooner or later, and at the moment my confidence was up, so now was as good a time as any to face the awkward conversation ahead of us.
"Can we talk?" He asked as he stopped in front of me.
"Sure," I said curtly.
"Look, I just want to say sorry for earlier. It meant nothing and --"
"Hey," I cut him off, "It's none of my business who you're sleeping around with. I'm not your girlfriend, so you don't need to apologise for anything."
"That's the thing—" He started.
"We can talk about this later, okay? Clarke and Finn need our help." I reminded him before I spun on my heels and walked off.
"Alright, let's head out. Stick together, no one goes off alone." I announced as I walked towards the gate, leaving Bellamy behind me. Raven followed behind me, and Octavia walked by my side. Octavia held a walkie, which she handed to me. I took the walkie and clipped it to my jacket.

The moon was moving across the sky, and the night was drawing on. We had been out for hours and hadn't seen any trace of Clarke, Finn, or Myles. To be fair, I didn't know who Myles was; I couldn't have picked him out if he were standing in front of me.
"I thought you said you were heading west. Where are you?" Monty said over the radio.
"Just keep the moon on your left, and you'll find us," Bellamy replied.
"This morning, all I could think about was how much easier this would all be if Finn was just gone," Raven spoke to Octavia in a hushed whisper.
"You didn't wish this into being, Raven. Stop torturing yourself." Octavia said back to her.
I tried my hardest not to tell Raven or Octavia anything. She didn't need to know about what had happened between Raven and her brother.
But everything was starting to make sense. Raven went to Bellamy to try to help herself get over Finn. Apparently, it didn't work as she had hoped.
"Is anyone else hearing this signal?" Monty asked.
I pulled the walkie from my jacket and spoke into it. "What are you talking about?" I asked him.
"I think it's the same thing we heard in the black box," Monty explained. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but couldn't hear anything.
"I don't hear anything," I told him.
"Damn it, Monty, pay attention. Do you see anything? Report." Bellamy snapped.
Monty did not reply, which made me nervous. Tension was growing stronger. The walkie made a strange glitching squeal for a second, and then there was silence. Monty still did not reply.
A bush rustled in front of us, scaring us stiff. I quickly handed the walkie to Raven and raised my gun in case it was a grounder preparing for an attack.
"There's someone in the bushes," Raven spoke softly into the walkie. We all raised our guns and slowly stalked towards the bush. I moved the fern branch aside and looked down to see:
"Myles?" Octavia spoke with concern.
He lay on the ground groaning softly, his face contorted with pain. "Myles, what happened?" I asked, crouching down next to him. 
Bellamy ran over to us and looked down at Myles.
"Where are they?" Raven asked desperately. "Clarke and Finn, where are they?"
"Grounders took them," he lamented in pain.
"Okay, just take it easy. We have to get him back to camp," I said.
"What about Clarke and Finn?" Octavia asked.
I glanced up at her with remorse. "There is nothing we can do for Clarke and Finn, but we can help Myles."
Bellamy bowed his head in regret, knowing that I was right. Octavia glanced between Bellamy and me in disbelief.
Raven stood beside me and began to walk away slowly.
"Raven, I'm so sorry." I atoned.
Raven stared at me for a moment, her eyes holding back a flood of emotions like a dam on the verge of breaking. "We need to make a stretcher," she stated before turning back around to find some branches to make one.
I nodded and picked up the walkie she had left by my side.
"Monty, we're heading home. You copy?" I waited for him to reply, but all I got was silence. I looked up at Bellamy with a concerned look on my face.
"Monty, can you hear me?" Bellamy spoke into his walkie. "Monty... Monty, where the hell are you?"
I glanced out into the forest around us "I've got a bad feeling."