Mortality

♛Hunted♛

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We run aimlessly. Well, I do. I just hope one of us is running towards the dropship. Monty trips, and I stumble to a stop to help him up.

"Monty, get up! We gotta go!" I urge. My eyes land on what has him freaked out, and I yank him up, almost falling.

Finn picks up the deformed skull, and we all stare at it in a mixture of awe and disgust.

"Who are they?" Clarke asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Finn turns the skull so we can see the front.

"What are they?"

"We are so screwed," Octavia mumbles. A scream rips through the air, and Finn drops the skull.

"That's Jasper! He's alive!" I exclaim, taking off in the direction we came.

"Everlyn! Wait!" Finn shouts after me. I hear their footsteps following me, and it doesn't take them long to catch up since I'm going a solid point three miles per hour. Just as I'm about to burst out of the treeline, Finn grabs me and pulls me back. "Stay in the trees." We all look across the river for Jasper but find that he's missing. "He was right there."

"Where is he?" Monty asks, his voice frantic. I grab his hand and squeeze in support, hoping I'm not overstepping, but the way his grip tightens tells me I'm not.

"They took him," Clarke says.

"Why? Why would they do that?" She glances at me and shakes her head.

"I don't know. C'mon. Let's go back to camp and figure something out."

"What about Jasper?" Monty asks.

"We're going to come back for him, Monty. I promise." I pull him with me, and soon we're running back to camp.

After around ten minutes or so, my leg starts burning to the point where I can barely move. I slow down, grasping my thigh, the bandage Clarke ripped from her shirt soaked with blood.

"We can't slow down," Clarke urges, noticing my slowing pace.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. My leg," I huff, trying to increase my speed.

"There," Finn shouts, pointing at the camp. I almost cry in relief. My lungs and thigh are burning, and it's not a great feeling. We rush into camp and are met with people chanting.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" We all share a look and follow the sound. We manage to push through the crowd to see Wells holding Murphy in a chokehold.

Nice.

"Wells! Let him go!" Clarke shouts, effectively hushing the crowd. Halfway down the hill, Octavia wraps an arm around me. She eases me the rest of the way down and onto a rock. She squats down and undoes the bandage to check my thigh, grimacing when blood drips from the fabric. Bellamy rushes over and pulls Octavia up and into a hug.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Yeah, but Everlyn's not," she says, turning her attention back to me.

"What happened?" he asks, joining his sister in a squat. He looks up at me, and I blush.

"A river snake or something." His eyes widen, and he looks at Octavia as if to make sure I'm not joking.

"She's serious. It came for us, but Everlyn, being the hero she is, pushed me in front of her, so it got her instead," Octavia grumbles. Bellamy looks back at me, and his eyes soften.

"Thank you." I shrug, smiling a little.

"It's no biggie." He opens his mouth to reply but Murphy pipes up.