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The three on the ground watch as Murphy and Finn cut down the injured Jasper. A distant growl is loud, and Murphy stops cutting. "What the hell was that?" "Grounders?" Bellamy guesses.
He's proven wrong when a creature was seen running towards them. Clarke shouts, "Bellamy, gun!"
He reaches for it, only to feel it gone. A gunshot rings through the air once. Then the creature is gone, disappearing into the bushes in front of them. The one holding the gun is Zarah, the obvious thief having stolen the gun. She cautiously walks closer to the leaves it disappeared in. To the side, it lunges at Bellamy. She throws herself in the way and raises the gun, shooting it straight in the head. It falls to the ground, dead in sight.
Her brown eyes meets his, and he has a thankful look in his eyes. Hers are unreadable, and so is her face. She switches the gun to safety before pushing it to his chest. She pats it a few times. "Your welcome," she blandly states before walking to the tree. "Hurry up, assholes. We don't have all day."
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She stands outside the dropship, leaning against it with an expressionless face. She watches as the so-called 'leaders' of the camp trade the wristbands for some food. The worst part of it all has to be the fact that the juveniles are so hungry that they do it. Even those with family on the Arc, they're desperate to eat.
"You're not going to eat?" Alec asks, leaning beside her with raised eyebrows. "I know you want to though. I can hear your stomach growling from across camp."
"You're imagining things," she rolls her eyes with a smile. "Shooting it myself made me feel sick. I'm not exactly hungry right now."
"No way," he grins, holding his hand out for a high-five. "You did that? Badass, Jade."
"Yeah, yeah," she says with a small laugh. Her eyes drift to his wrist where his wristband sits. She looks back up to his eyes where he stares at the food. "Don't even think about it. You can't let Anthony think you're dead just for some food."
He looks over at her with a saddened look. "Maybe I should. He won't move on with her life if he knows I'm alive down here, he'll only blame himself. If he thinks I'm dead, it's for the best."
"I won't let that happen," Zarah tells him softly. She goes to walk to the fire, but he pulls her back with the shake of his head. "Alec, come on. Mine is already off."
"Turn down your selfless knob for the night," he scoffs, though he's not mad. He's touched that she still cares and treats him like he's family. "I have to learn to do things on my own."
She goes to reply, but the crowd falls silent. She looks over to see Bellamy hovering over a juvenile on the ground. He punches him again before glaring at the rest. Their eyes meet, and neither of them move for a split second. He makes the first move and walks away from the scene.
She went to look at Alec, but he's not there. By the fire, a metal tool is pressed under the cuff on his wrist. "Son of a bitch," she murmurs with the shake of her head.
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For the next few days, Jasper kept everyone up all night with his yells. While everyone complained, Zarah knew it's because he's in pain. She has a feeling he's going to make it through, so she ignores it and sleeps through it. She is the only one able to do that.
But his screams grows louder suddenly, turning into bloody murder. She rushes up the ladder to the top of the dropship to find Monty, Wells, and Finn holding him down. Clarke is cutting away at the skin on his chest. She doesn't say anything, knowing Clarke knows more about medical care than her.
She kneals on the other side of him, holding his free arm down before he could grab Clarke's wrist. "What's going on, doc?" She asks, eyes stuck on his pain covered face.
"It's infected, so I'm getting rid of the infection," she mutters, concentrated on the wound.
"Stop it!" Octavia shouts, knealing by his head as Clarke checks his pulse. "You're killing him!"
Finn corrects her, "She's trying to save his life."
"She can't," Bellamy says as he climbs up the ladder. Wells stands up with a glare, "Back off."
"We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die," the blonde snaps, her jaw clenched.
"Kid's a goner," Bellamy tells them. "If you can't see that, you're deluded. He's making people crazy."
Clarke seems to have had enough already. "Sorry if Jasper's an inconvenience to you, but this isn't the Ark. Down here, every life matters."
The Blake male doesn't seem to care. "Take a look at him. He's a lost cause."
"Oh, you would know, wouldn't you?" Zarah cuts in with raised eyebrows. Her eyes are trained on him and he could see an annoyed look deep in them. He doesn't have a reply to that, no one does.
Clarke glances at the girl beside her. "Octavia, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope."
"This isn't about hope, it's about guts," Bellamy attempts to correct, but it doesn't seem to be making his case. "You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days. If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself." He walks to the ladder, looking at his little sister. "Octavia, let's go."
She shakes her head, not leaving Jasper's side. "I'm staying here."
"Power-hungry, self-serving jackass," Monty remarks as Bellamy retreats down the stairs. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself. No offense." The last part's directed to Octavia, who shakes her head.
"Yeah," Finn says with a sharp exhale. "Bellamy is all that, but he also happens to be right."
