WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 NINE ・*:·. ⇌ ஜ  .·:*

   Millie was really getting tired of the nagging in the back of her head. 

   There was just something in her head telling her this was not going to end well whatsoever, for anyone. She could feel it in her last nerve, shaking her violently from the inside like an earthquake. It unnerved her, sending chills down her spine. The two of them kidnapped the 'big bad wolf's baby sister, and something told Millie he wasn't the type to forgive very easily. Truth be told, there wasn't much Bellamy could do, unless he was trained like the grounders were. That chance was slim to none. Millie was lucky enough they didn't torture her to begin with, so if Lincoln and Millie got caught now? 

   They wouldn't hesitate.

   The blonde was sitting outside of Lincoln's cave on a log, sharpening her knife on a rock. Lincoln claimed he needed to get back to Polis, something about duty's he needed fulfill for the commander. Millie wished she could forget Anya, she only briefly met the woman once or twice, and both times left Millie with new scars. She wasn't even necessarily big and burly, but the way she carried herself was enough. The way she commanded respect. 

   Thunder crackled above her, Millie didn't even flinch. She peered up at the sky, squinting at the dark clouds rolling in. She stood up with a sigh, dusting the dirt off her pants and began making her way back into the cave. Her heart rate sped up incredibly when she found an empty space where Octavia was supposed to be. She cursed under her breath and Millie swiftly pulled her dagger out and turned on her heel, but luck wasn't on her side this time. 

   Octavia was waiting behind her quietly with a rock and slammed it into her skull before the grounder girl could do any damage. Octavia only had one chance at this– there was no doubt in her mind that a fight between herself and Millie wouldn't end well in her favor. Millie's body fell limp and landed harshly on the ground with a loud thud that made Octavia grimace. Pushing her brief guilt to the side, Octavia acted quickly, fumbling around for any sign of an escape. She ignored the guilty feeling in her chest, Millie had been– somewhat nice to her. Perhaps more so than she should've been. 

   But Octavia couldn't take any chances, let alone try and talk some sense into her.

   Desperation clawed at her as Octavia knocked the rocks out of the way, shoving her body through a small crawl space that lead to the outside. "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid." She chanted quietly, trying to convince herself of something she knew wasn't true. It was a small sentiment in her family, it was all that kept her sane through her time in the floor. 

   Then again in the box– now on the ground.

   She smiled in triumph, deliberately ignoring the pain in her leg. She used her body to shimmy through the skinny space, and after getting covered from head to toe in dirt her body hit the ground. She spent no time getting to her feet and began running.

   She didn't necessarily know where she was going, but she figured it couldn't be that hard. Octavia jumped over branches and rocks, her head and leg still hurt from her fall and her balance wasn't at its best. She got, maybe 200 feet away from the cave when a horn rang out through the forest. She picked up her pace, she distinctly recognized it as the foghorn. She considered climbing a tree or going back to the cave. But seeing she couldn't climb a tree without Millies help and didn't particularly want to go back to the cave– she kept running.