Survivors

Chapter 3-Visitors

Clarke Griffen:

I sit next to Octavia, who has still not gained consciousness. The amount of blood loss was great, but she seems to be doing better.

"How is she?" Bellamy says leaning against the doorway.

"She's good, just dehydrated like most of us." People have been coming to me all day, complaining about headaches. "What happened to Murphy?" I ask curiously. He shrugs his shoulders and avoids eye contact. "Your lying. I thought we agreed not to keep secrets from each other."

"Why? Is something going on between you two?" Octavia smirks. Bellamy walks up to her.

"I thought you were a goner." He says, shaking a bit.

"You only wish, big brother." she says. We all chuckle. I grasp her hand and she looks at me. "Ahhh..my savior!" She says.

"Glad to see your up and doing better." I say softly. Octavia grins in satisfaction and than slowly closes her eyes back to rest and recover. I sigh, relived that Octavia is much better. Bellamy tucks a lose strand of dark, brown hair behind her ear. I wonder what it would be like to have a sibling of my own. A stressed Bellamy looks at me.

"I banished him. I banished Murphy." he says. I roll my eyes and throw my hands in the air.

"Bellamy, these are the things that leaders have to decide together! You can't just banish someone without me knowing too."

"I know I just-"

"Guys, we have a visitor." Monty pokes his head into the ship. Bellamy and I follow him. A visitor? We are the only humans left! At least that's what I thought...

Bellamy Blake:

Clarke and I follow Monty past all of the newly built tents and water stations. When we reach the entrance of camp, we see a strong, fare looking woman standing there.

"I'm here to talk to the leader." she says. I start walking towards her, but she holds her hand out. "No. I meant her." She points to Clarke. Clarke cautiously and slowly starts walking forward. The woman reaches out her hand to shake. Clarke takes it. "My name is Anya." For the first time, Anya smiles.

"I'm Clarke." Anya's smile disappears as she tugs Clarke forward, pulls out a knife and holds it against Clarke's throat so that everyone can see. Gasps and whispers linger around the crowd. I step forward but stop after Anya pulls the knife closer to Clarke's throat, drawing blood from a new cut.

"If any of you attack, I will kill her." She says. Then, more of her people come out of the tree line, armed with weapons of many kinds. I look at Clarke's face, which is full of fear and pain. She shakes her head slowly, telling me to stay put. The people move back into the tree line, taking Clarke with them.