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Jasper bounced back rather quickly. He doesn't seem to be too bother by what had happened if he is in the camp, but he doesn't dare to step foot out. No one says anything about it because they know he is probably traumatized from it. He has a reason to be, and the accident that happened is a reason for all of them to be scared. Wells was killed outside of the camp by a grounder. No one said much about his murder, but he was stabbed. That was enough to motivate everyone to build a boarder around the camp.
The camp walls are being built, and they're getting there. Everyone is always working on them unless it's dark out. That means everyone has their own jobs, but that excludes the leaders. Zarah finds herself next to Charlotte. She helps her wrap rope around some wood to hold it together. She works on getting it over the top since she was much taller. She has no idea what it is going to be used for, but she does her job anyways.
The camp grows quiet when a loud "Hey!" is heard. Murphy is walking towards one of the teens that collapsed while carrying a large fallen tree through the camp. "You think the grounders are just gonna sit around and wait for us to finish the wall? Maybe we should let the little girl do the lifting for you, huh?"
"I just need some water, okay?" The teen on the ground breathes out. "Then I'll be fine."
"Murphy, get this guy some water," Bellamy orders his friend before looking at the little girl. "Hey, you got this?" Charlotte goes to reach for the tree, but he stops her with a chuckle. "I'm just kidding."
Murphy watches as he carries the tree away and took that as his chance. The sound of a zipper is heard before he pees on the teen on the ground. He jumps up, "What the hell is wrong with you, Murphy?! I'll kill you!"
Two others hold the guy back before he could get to the perpetrator, but they don't stop Zarah. She approaches him with an innocent grin, "Why don't you step down from your throne and work on your douchebag attitude?"
"He wanted a water break," he shrugs with a smug grin on his face. "Get back to work!"
Though his words were directed to the whole camp, she smiles and replies, "Sure thing." She pulls her fist back before launching a punch to his jaw. He stumbles from the unexpected impact and pain. Everyone is shocked at her bravery.
He holds his jaw, standing up straight to glare at her. "What the hell?!" He shouts. He drops his hands in fists to reveal the redness of his jaw. No doubt that it'll bruise.
"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry! I thought our job was to be a complete asshole to everyone. My bad. That was all on me," she rambles sarcastically. Her hands are raised as a surrender as she steps back. She sends him a wink before disappearing into the dropship.
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Two fingers are laid out in front of them on a piece of cloth with a knife. It was found outside of the camp by Octavia and Jasper, the spot where Wells was killed.
Zarah wordlessly reaches for one, but Octavia slaps her hand away. "Ow! What the hell was that for?" She recoils her hand, rubbing the spot where her bruise was — she hit Murphy harder than she thought and resulted in her knuckles to bruise.
"You were going to touch them! Why would you touch them?" Octavia is quick to ask her questions back.
"To make sure they're real," she replies with a shrug. "What do you mean 'make sure they're real'? Wells' fingers got cut off," the Blake teen remarks in annoyance.
"Really? I didn't know the details. That's on me, too. My bad," Zarah murmurs, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "Someone please say something else."
"This knife was made of metal from the dropship," Clarke cuts in. "What do you mean?" Jasper asks, his eyes widening a bit.
"Who else knows about this?" Bellamy inquires, his arms crossed. His whole stance is authoritative.
"No one," Octavia answers. "We brought it straight here." Clarke lets out a sigh, "It means the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us."
Jasper seems more nervous than ever. "So, there's a murderer in the camp?" "There's a lot of those," Zarah mutters, only to be stared at by everyone. "Sorry, I'm really not helping."
"No, you're right," Bellamy says. "This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet."
Clarke isn't too happy about that. She walks around the table and towards the opening of the tent, only for the way to be blocked. "Get out of my way, Bellamy."
"Be smart about this," he advises. "Look at what we've achieved — the walls, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us."
"Oh, good for you, you mean," the blonde corrects him in anger. "What? Keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"
"Yeah, that's it," the leader nods. "But it's good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall. And besides, what are you gonna do? Just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don't even know whose knife that is."
"Oh, really?" Clarke asks, raising her eyebrows. She points to the initials carved into the yellow paint. "J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know." She disappears out of the tent.
"Ooh, kinda surprised, event though the dude's a jackass," Zarah remarks, laughing a bit as she looks over at Octavia and Jasper. They simply blink at her and she clears her throat. "Right, sorry. This isn't supposed to be funny. I gotta work on that." She slips past Bellamy and out of the tent.
