Hey guy's! I'm back with chapter 2! Again I would really love the feedback as I have horrible self doubt about things and would really love constructive criticism with things like this.
Chapter 2: Oso kik raun Ogeda, soulou
Two weeks had passed since the eight had been sent to the ground, in that two weeks they had made headway in creating a small camp out of whatever was sent with them. Clarke, with her natural disposition of leadership, had been elected the groups leader and made sure that they had basic things set up. A wall around the camp to keep out any threats, a small area just outside the wall set up as a garden to grow some food, she'd even set up her own guard that consisted of her, John, Nathan, and Bellamy. Together they took turns standing watch during both day and night while also going out hunting for game. Due to their inexperience on the ground on account of them having grown up in space, it left them vulnerable to common ground illnesses. Over the last week nearly all of them had fallen sick with some type of bug, the only ones well enough to do anything were Clarke, John, and Bellamy. "Look, all I'm saying is that you shouldn't go out there by yourself Clarke," Bellamy told her. The blonde sighed and adjusted the pack on her shoulder.
"Bell, we're running low on medicine and they're just getting sicker," she told him. "I need to go out and get what I can to help them recover, if I can't then the Ark is lost," she said. Bellamy opened his mouth to say something when John spoke up.
"She's right, out of the three of us only Clarke knows what to get and I'm the only other one with medical training," he said. "We've seen the evidence that we could possibly not be alone here, I need you to watch my back here. Clarke's a big girl, she can take care of herself," he told him.
"Trust me on this Bellamy, I'll be back before noon tomorrow," Clarke said. Bellamy sighed and nodded, walking over and grabbing a makeshift spear that they'd made out of scavenged materials.
"Don't do anything stupid out there Clarke," he told her. She nodded and set out to find whatever could help them. Throughout the day Bellamy kept getting worried and paced, causing John annoyance.
"Will you stop pacing Bellamy? Everything is fine, Clarke will be back and we will get through this," he told him. Bellamy rolled his eyes.
"We don't even know if whatever's out there means us harm," he told him. He was about to say something else when he noticed Octavia wasn't in her bed. "Wait... Where's O?" he asked. John looked over and sighed.
"She probably overheard that Clarke was going out and wanted to follow her, with her being sick she couldn't have made it too far. Just go out and-" he was cut off by the sound of a horn and both young men looked at each other uneasily. Suddenly they heard shouting and the sound of something hitting the fence.
"Something's attacking," Bellamy said, running over to the door of the dropship and closing it.
"You're just leaving them out there?" John asked. Bell looked at him.
"We can't do anything, Clarke and O are probably together and found some place to lay low until this blows over," he told him. John hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Just make sure nothing gets through that door," he told him. "I can't take care of our friends and defend the camp at the same time," he added. Bellamy nodded and stood near the door. During this exchange in the drop ship Octavia was outside in the woods hiding, trying to find a way to get past the attackers and back into camp. She struggled as she suddenly felt arms wrap around her body and a hand cover her mouth. Once she realized that whoever was holding her wasn't going to hurt her she stopped struggling and turned to look at the man. He was large and intimidating but his eyes held a sense of kindness and safety. He put a finger over his lips and motioned for Octavia to follow, which she did. The man took her a little ways away from the camp and into an underground cave like area.
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