[ BOOK ONE ]
Sawyer Wesley fought to survive everyday of her life. On the Ark, it was either comply or die. To put it lightly, Sawyer was never one to throw in the towel. She did everything in her power to live in a world that awaited her death. And...
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FOR THE NEXT two days, Sawyer and the rest of those infected by the hemorrhagic fever recovered to their full health. At least, the ones who were still alive. Fifteen people died from the Grounders' virus, meaning the hundred they landed on Earth with dwindled close to eighty. They were dying faster than any of them could imagine.
Sawyer stood on a hill several yards beyond the camp's walls. She scanned the forest, hoping that she did not find any sign of Grounders. Since Raven's bomb blew up the bridge, they failed to make another appearance. Not that she complained. If they never showed up again, she would gladly welcome the peace. Although, she did not think that would ever happen.
In preparation for the worst, they stuck to a strict guard schedule. Those trained to operate the few guns they had were positioned around the wall, ready to fire at anything that moved.
Clarke stepped across the hill to where Sawyer remained. "I don't think there's anything to see," she voiced, stopping at her side.
"I know," Sawyer replied, glancing toward the blonde. "Doesn't hurt to look."
Bellamy chose that moment to climb the hill where the two girls stood. "Anything?" he questioned as he crested the mound of dirt.
"It's been two days," Clarke began. "Maybe the bomb at the bridge scared them off for good."
Bellamy quirked a brow. "You believe that?"
Sawyer scoffed, shoving her hands deeper into her jacket pockets. "No, definitely not."
Despite the fact that the Grounders failed to attack, she knew that they would not let them continue their lives in peace. They wanted them dead, and they would not stop until they strung up their corpses as a warning to others who crossed them.
"Sawyer's right. They're coming," Clarke stated.
The three of them turned and started back for camp.
"Jasper thinks he can cook up some more gunpowder if he gets some sulfur, and Raven says she can turn that into landmines," Bellamy told them, grabbing hold of a tree as he almost ran straight into it. "So, be careful where you step."
Sawyer snorted and removed her hands from her pockets to let them swing next to her hips. "Says the man who almost ran into a tree," she quipped.
Bellamy sent her a blank, but amused, stare. "Funny."
Sawyer flashed him a grin, raising a hand to flip her ponytail in a dramatic fashion. "Aren't I?"
Bellamy shook his head and returned to the previous topic. "What I really need is a thousand more of her tin-can bombs. I can roll into their village and blow those Grounders to hell." Sawyer and Clarke shot him a narrowed look. He shrugged. "That's what they want to do to us."
