So I'm still pretty pressed about Lexa's death. But I started writing this before 307 aired, because FTWD is a great show in itself. But yeah, I have no clue where I'm taking this so this journey should be really interesting. Come join me in the dark side, I have red velvet cake.
Eight days. That's how many days since they've been locked in the compound just outside of La Mesa, California. Eight days since the virus outbreak. Eight days since the government came. Eight days since they've been locked up in this compound with no explanation other than it was for their own protection. Eight days since she got separated from her cousin. She was supposed to meet up with Lincoln later that evening, they were supposed to go to the beach, but Anya ran in the house and told her pack everything she could. They were almost ready to leave, Anya just had to get the guns from the safe in the basement when the army rolled in.
Now Lexa sat on the roof of her house, watching the Humvees pull in the gate to disperse food and supplies. She figured she better go get the supplies to give her something to do. She slid down to the edge and jumped down into the bed of her sister's pickup truck, before jumping down onto the concrete. She grabbed the handle of the small wagon and left to go pick up the MRE's down the street.
"Name." A soldier asks bluntly. "Woods, Lexa." She says. "Alright," He says and reaches back to another soldier to grab three boxes of food and a box of supplies. She stacked them on the wagon before pulling it behind her. "Hey Lexa." A cheery voice says, making the brunette look up. "Hi Clarke." She smiles, blushing slightly. "Anya doing alright?" Clarke asks softly. "Yeah." Lexa says, even though she knows she's lying. Their silent for a few minutes. "Raven says she's paranoid." Clarke whispers.
Lexa glances at the blonde before looking back at the street, and glancing around to see if anyone was close enough to eavesdrop. "Anya was caught in the middle of a riot downtown, that's why she was so hell-bent on getting out that night." Lexa whispers. "Every time I ask her what happened, she shuts me down and walks back to the basement." She says, looking over into blue eyes.
"There's something going on. It's not right." She whispers. "Anya is getting restless." Lexa says. "So are we." A voice says, making the two women look up. Octavia is holding a box of food. "Bell doesn't like what's going on, but the C.O seems to be working with him, but he's not getting anywhere." Octavia says.
"We need to get out of here." Anya says, hunched over and cleaning a sword. It was her and Lexa's father's before he died overseas in the Marine's. Anya and Lexa were in the basement getting the various weapons together. "We grab Raven, Clarke, and Abby, and we go. Bell will be waiting at the gate to open it." Anya says, putting a couple boxes of ammo into a duffle bag. "What about Lincoln?" Lexa asks, staring at her sister. "We have to help him." She pleads. "He knows to go to the safe house for now, he'll be okay." Anya grumbles. "Octavia was sneaking around after curfew, listening in on some of the guards on patrol." Anya says, looking up. "The soldiers are leaving in two days." Anya says and Lexa looks up. "What? What does that mean?" She asks. "They're leaving us here to die."
Lexa ran. It was always her thing. She was on the track team in high school, the fastest on the team. Every morning before the outbreak, she would run down to her old high school, and back. Now she was forced to make her run around the sectioned off neighborhood. The twenty year old had her earbuds pushed in, the rock music pumping through. She was almost to her house when she saw Raven and Clarke exiting a house across the street from her. She pulled her earbuds out and approached the two girls walking across the street.
"Hey, where are you guys headed?" Lexa asks. Clarke hands her a water bottle, expecting to see the brunette after her run. "Lookin' sexy there, Woods." Raven laughs, making Lexa and Clarke blush. "And your house, where else?" Raven asks with a smug grin. "I don't think Anya would like that very much." Lexa laughs as they walk up the driveway to her house. "Who said I was talking to you?" Raven laughs and walks up the porch to greet her girlfriend. Anya smiles softly and pecks her girlfriend's cheek before wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug, holding a bottle of El Jimador behind her girlfriend's back.
Lexa watched her sister, her hard-ass older sister who never took shit from anyone, cuddle into possibly one of the most elated of their friends. The 24 year old had taken care of Lexa after their father had died, with the help of their aunt Indra from Texas. Lexa watched her sister from the floor where she, Clarke, and Octavia were playing Monopoly in the living room. She watched as Raven lazily traced the tribal tattoos on her girlfriend's arm as the older woman would occasionally take a sip of tequila. They looked content. And it would probably be the last night in a while where they were all content.
Lexa glanced at Clarke, who was looking at her and quickly shied away when she'd been caught. Lexa smiles at the blonde before rolling the dice. They continued their shy glances and smiles for the rest of the game before Bellamy told them all to get some rest and he'd clean up. Anya and Raven shared whispered words before standing up and heading up to Anya's room.
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Lexa tossed and turned in her sleep. Anya hadn't told her what happened in the riot. She wouldn't tell her anything. She threw the sheets off of her body and swung her legs of the bed and pulled on her running shoes. She opened her bedroom door, dressed in her black and white Adidas running shorts, an old Pink Floyd t-shirt, and her Nike running shoes, only to be met with the face of Clarke, who looked like she was about to knock. "Sorry, couldn't sleep." Clarke mumbles. "Neither could I." Lexa whispers. "Wanna go for a walk?"
Clarke and Lexa were walking down the street, it couldn't have been past 1AM. "My mom was at the hospital when it broke out." Clarke says softly. "She said it wasn't like anything she's ever seen before." She says shaking her head. "A patient flat lined, and ten minutes later, he got up and walked around. He attacked a couple of nurses and other patients before someone finally knocked him over the head and took him out." Clarke says. "He was dead and came back, but he wasn't really alive." Clarke says and looks up to find Lexa looking at her curiously.
"It's like he was a zombie." Clarke mumbles. "Maybe he was." Lexa says. "Maybe that's what's happening and why they keep calling people outside the fence, 'infected'." Lexa says. Clarke is about to respond when they hear the hum of an engine and they duck behind the bushes and out of sight. The Humvee passes, and then another one. "Something's not right." Lexa mumbles and steps out into view. "Lexa!" Clarke whispers. "What are you doing?!" She whispers, grabbing onto Lexa's hand to pull her back.
"They're not patrolling." Lexa says in slight disbelief. "Something's not right." She says and Clarke approaches her side, hands still clasped. Another Humvee comes around the corner and passes them. "They're abandoning us." Lexa mumbles. "We've gotta go back to the house." Clarke says, pulling on Lexa's hand.
"Those fuckers." Anya says, groaning when she sits up, rubbing her head. Lexa hands her a couple of Aspirin and a bottle of water. "Thanks." Anya grumbles, staggering out of bed and pulling on a pair of running shorts that were discarded on the floor. "Pack up the truck, Lex." Anya says. "We leave at dawn."