Surviving the Sky

Chapter Four

We found Adam.

He was covered in blisters and was muttering quietly, "Kill me. Please, kill me."

Bellamy ordered the others to take Charlotte back to camp. I barely noticed them leave.

"Can you fix him?" Bellamy asked.

"I'm not a healer, and there's no cure for acid fog," I said, "I'm sorry."

Clarke showed up, and I kept my distance. She's actually a doctor, more or less, but even she couldn't help Adam. She looked up at us and shook her head.

She grabbed Bellamy's knife and hummed quietly. She gently stabbed him in the side of the neck, continuing the quiet lullaby. He died a few moments later.

I was vaguely aware of Charlotte following us back to camp.

Octavia was beyond angry, but after a while, we got her to calm down a little. That night, I sat on top of the dropship, looking up at the stars.

Somewhere up there, there is the Ark. A giant space station, a marvel of technology, orbiting around the Earth. The 100 were just the juvenile delinquents sent do see if Earth was survivable. They were 'expendable'.

There were thousands of people up there. I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke to shouting.

"Where's the grounder?" People kept yelling.

Bellamy climbed up to the top of the dropship and glared at me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Wells is dead," Bellamy said, "Majority thinks a grounder did it."

I frowned, "So everyone thinks it was me?"

"You need to hide," Bellamy said.

"I didn't kill anyone!" I protested.

Bellamy grabbed my arm, pulling me out of sight of the angry children, "They're going to kill you whether you did it or not."

"Someone can explain it wasn't me-"

Bellamy repeated, "This'll probably clear up in a day or two, but you have to hide now."

I jumped from the dropship to the nearest tree branch, balancing my weight carefully against the swaying branch in the wind. I glanced back at Bellamy, who glared at me with a look of fear and worry.

He probably thought it was me.

Great.

I kept my distance from camp. I could see them because I knew where to look. They wouldn't have the same luck with me.

Tying my foot to the branch just in case I fell, I leaned back and fell asleep.

Yet again, I was awoken by screaming, luckily not my own. Not from nightmares. But I guess life counted as a nightmare by now.

"Sky!" It was Clarke. Sitting upright, then about to climb down the tree, I had forgotten my foot was tied to the branch. I tripped and ended up dangling down from the tree, held up by my foot.

"Hey Clarke," I said, trying to keep some dignity in my voice. I failed.

The girl looked up at me, "What- never mind."

"I tied my foot to the tree in case I fell while sleeping," I said, "But I forgot it was there and fell over."

"You good?"

I grabbed one of my two daggers and cut the rope, dropping to the ground with a thud, groaning slightly at the impact on my shoulder, "Never better."