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I'm gonna fight 'em off. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back.
— Seven Nation Army, The White Stripes
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━━━━━━ October 15, 2149
"COME ON, THESE FOXHOLES aren't gonna build themselves! All the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades!" Bellamy shouted above ground.
⠀⠀⠀Casey worked down in the foxholes as the camp had moved into high gear to prepare for the oncoming attack. Foxholes were dug, food was rationed, and weapons were made. It was a brutal day of preparation as the sun beamed down on them, and the wind hadn't breezed through for the better part of the morning. Sweat beaded against Casey's forehead as she wiped it away. She slammed her boot into the edge of her makeshift shovel and continued, pressing herself to work harder.
⠀⠀⠀It had been a stressful night. Finn, Clarke, and Monty were all missing, and they didn't have time to worry about them because they'd all be dead come morning.
⠀⠀⠀"You want to come over here and test one?" Raven asked over the heads of the teenagers. Casey's head snapped to the attention of her voice. She had been talking to Bellamy.
