Surviving the Sky

Chapter Twelve

I didn't go with them to check the crash site. I already knew Clarke would be distraught. I didn't want to be the one in her way when she decided to take out her anger on someone.

But I was the one to open the gates when everyone came back.

The next few hours were a blur. Clarke wouldn't talk to anyone. Bellamy was still apologetic. Raven broke up with Finn, and the tension between them was unbelievable.

Jasper's ego exploded after he was appointed a hero for shooting at the grounders at the bridge. He got a bigger tent. Monty noticed Jasper growing popular. I wouldn't blame him if he envied Jasper.

But he didn't.

Instead, Monty was one of the few who realized Jasper shot first. It wasn't to save us all. It was just out of pure spite and fear. That doesn't make him a hero. Perhaps it would make him a worse coward than me.

After a few hours, Monty joined me inside the dropship.

"Any luck with Jasper's ego?" I joked.

"He won't admit he was scared or that he was wrong," Monty said, "He also kicked me out of his tent, so I'll just be living here for a while."

I nodded, "Well, have fun with- whatever you're building."

"It's a..." he went on using words so big that I thought they were made up.

"Don't explain what it is," I said, "Because I can't understand a word you're saying."

Monty nodded, "Right."

A panic broke out.

Clarke practically dragged me down the ladder. The crowd of angry delinquents parted for us both, revealing Bellamy glaring at Murphy.

"I thought we told you if you ever came back, we'd kill you," Bellamy demanded, "What's so important you'd risk your life for?"

"I escaped from the grounders," Murphy said, "They tortured me for six days and I escaped."

Gasping from a horrible thought, I immediately dragged him into the dropship, away from the crowd.

"How exactly did you escape?" I asked.

"They left the cage door unlocked by accident," Murphy answered as Clarke wiped the blood off his face. He wasn't lying about the torture. They tore his finger nails off.

Bellamy muttered, "Too easy."

"How much did you tell them?" I asked.

Murphy froze.

"How much did you tell them?" I repeated a little quieter.

"Everything," Murphy frowned, "I'm so sorry, I told them everything."

Octavia entered the conversation, "That makes no sense. If the grounders had nothing more to gain from him, why keep him alive? Why let him escape?"

A moment later, Murphy rolled onto his side, coughing up blood.

My fears were confirmed.

"Get everyone who had contact with him into the dropship under quarantine," I told Clarke.

"What is this?" She asked as we walked out the dropship.

Everyone was screaming. Some had blood leaking from their eyes, others were just coughing it up.

"It's biological warfare," she answered herself.

Over the next few minutes, almost the entire camp was affected. Two people were already dead.