WARZONE→ lincoln [2]

1.1 chapter one ✔️

CHAPTER ONE
HIKE THROUGH THE WOODS
"you committed, i'm your crime"
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     A forest that ones upon a time felt so evergreen in the eye of the beholder has began withering away, the ones oh so stark shades of green wilting to a dul shade of brown. Though the sky hosted the most alluring hues of oranges and pinks, there was no denying the hollow feeling lingering in the air. Every gust of wind, every wilting flower only furthermore confirming the deafening reality of it all; it was only still before the storm, and thus far, it was shaping up to be the biggest storm Dylan Brown Kane had every faced.

     Mayhaps the clumsy, dark haired girl would have paused for a second to admire the beautiful scenery around her if it hadn't been for the storm already brewing inside of her.

Stealth; cautious and surreptitious action or movement. One could possible compare it to a car, its body slinking silently in the direction of its prey. Well, Dylan was no cat, so much was clear, nor had she ever actually seen one. So the Kane girl made her bravest attempt at being stealthy. But there was no hiding the fact that on earth, she really wasn't. To be fair, she had only been her for a short amount of time, and there was no way for her to really have learnt how to be stealth, seeing as half the time— scratch that; all of the time was spent trying to run from the grounders and not dying. Well, that, and just a pinch of admiring a certain grounder. . .

     No. Dylan was on a mission, one that demanded her undivided attention. She had made her desicion by rejecting his advances, and having him lingering in the back of her mind like a pest would only cloud her focus. So, she shoved him to the very back of her mind as she redirected every thought towards the task at hand; finding her friends.

Not that the girl had a mirror to check her apparance in, but she could only imagine how much of a mess she looked. That much she knew judging from the rest of her body which was covered head to toe in the dark ash that erupted from the drop ship, multiple bruises and scuff scattered around as well as the dried up blood decorating her once pale skin. She didn't exactly expect her face to differ any from her body. In fact, Dylan was fairly certain some bird had decided to make a nest in her hair, the several twigs she had pulled out of it provoking her ridiculous theory.

Her feet fell heavy on the ground despite her trying to blend in with the scenery. She was tired. Which in turn made her sloppy. Dylan slightly regretted leaving Lincoln and his offer to run away behind. Okay, no. She gravely regretted it. She wasn't quite sure why she suddenly had this overwhelming urge to be the hero and save the day. Maybe Bellamy and Clarke had rubbed off on her. Or maybe she just really needed her friends at the moment. Whatever it was, the urge inside of her to save them, or at least just find them, was strong enough to make her forsake what probably was her only shot at survival to search for someone who she wasn't even sure was alive, all the while some crazy grounder killer dude called Tristan was probably tracking her.