Bring it on, season four.
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The past days have been little more than everyone working themselves down to the bone. I have the extra motivation of the list; where others thought it to be for the survival of all, I know the reality to be the survival of one hundred, even if it's futile in the end anyways.
My eyes travel to Jasper as he grafts some wires. I need to get us to the Ark, there's no way on Earth that he'll survive the bunker. It would take too much of a toll on him with all that happens down there.
He gives me a smile, so I fake one for him, turning away to focus myself back mlon the task at hand. I'm sorting rations of all things. A simple job, but one I can do.
We were already surviving off two meals a day as it is, though I know it'll be even less once Praimfaya gets here. My stomach already grips with pain and hunger, the little food I've eaten spent on the constant labour.
Bellamy and Clarke grab me, both of them carrying more boxes of rations. My brother sighs as we enter the storage room, putting down his box. I pause to watch Raven's work before opening my own.
"Two meals a day for people working as hard as ours, we won't make any friends," he tells Clarke, starting to unpack the box.
The blonde girl exhales heavily. "Well if there's one thing our people understand, it's rationing. Besides, once we close those doors, it'll be one meal a day for the next five years."
Raven stops welding, and turns to us, lifting her helmet. "Try one meal every other day." The other two stop, and she steps down, lifting the welder mask from her face. "Hunting parties are coming back with less and less. Thanks to your friend Niylah, we're preserving more meat than ever, but it's still not enough."
She peels off her gloves, and continues. "Without a way to make water, growing our own protein is not an option like we did on the Ark." Raven shoves her equipment into my brother's arms, spite in her next few words. "Remember that when we're starving."
"I won't be starving," Bellamy begins, giving the Reyes girl a fake smile. "Because I won't be inside."
"Bellamy, what the fuck are you talking about?" I slam the rations down, panicked regardless of knowing the future. He opens his mouth to respond when his girlfriend interrupts.
"Yes, you will," Clarke huffs. Raven stands up straighter, eyes going wide.
"Does that mean you made the list?"
"List?" I question, but they ignore me, continuing.
"No..." She confesses, then shakes her head. "Wuh-What about drinking water?"
Our mechanic friend then rushes forward, grabbing her arm roughly in her hand. "Clarke, don't change the subject! We need to know who's gonna be on the inside of these doors when the radiation comes."
"We don't need to know now," she whispers back, matching the volume Raven had used. She nods to me, and the girl backs down, though she's still bristling with anger.
There's a loud beep, and we all look up as a man's voice filters through the PA. "We need some medical help at the front gate, looks like we got some sick people here." Luna? Already?
Sharing glances, we sprint from the room, Raven keeping pace with us, miraculously. The moment we arrive, dread washes over me, and based on facial expressions, I'm not alone.
