A/N: You guys should let me know who you see Sawyer as, actress wise. I honestly have no idea.

"You're sleeping with me." Sawyer rose an eyebrow at Miller, who was standing in front of her. She'd stayed under the tree line, and when the rain had stopped, Miller had gone to find her. She was sitting with her back against a tree, and was planning on staying there for the night. Miller had his hand out for her to take. "Just come inside."

"No."

"You're stubborn," Miller told her, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "It's warmer in there."

"Fuck off, Miller." she honestly just wanted to sleep outside, by herself, alone. Sawyer thought that her nightmares would be better on the ground, and being outside, not inside where she was in close quarters, would be best. Maybe if she was away from everything that reminded her of the Ark, she wouldn't have to worry about dreaming about it. It seemed like a useless hope, but she was still hoping. She'd had them every single night on the Ark, and one peaceful nights sleep would be great.

"Nope." Miller plopped down next to her, and Sawyer realized that she was just going to have to deal with Miller being there. He wasn't going to leave. Sawyer sighed and lied down, Miller laying a few feet away from her. He turned and looked at her like he wanted to say something, but she glared at him, so he decided against it. After staring at the sky for a bit, she drifted asleep.

"I need you to come into this room, I have to search you," the guard told her, and Sawyer looked at him curiously. She'd seen people be searched all of the time, especially in Factory; the Ark thought all of them were criminals. But they just wanted to live, they were all really sweet people!

"Okay," she said, and went into the door that he was holding open. She figured that it would go quickly, and she would make it home in time for dinner. The door slammed shut and the lights flickered on, she saw the faces of three guards in front of her and one standing behind her. Her smile fell, and she realized that she wasn't going to make it home in time for dinner.

Sawyer jolted awake, shaking violently. She went to wipe the sweat off of her forehead and she could hardly move her hands up to her face, they were shaking so violently. She tried to take a couple of deep breaths, attempting to calm herself down from the nightmare. Apparently they were not better on the ground. She stood up, using the tree to balance herself, kicking something slightly as she stood up. Realizing that it was Miller, she swore, making sure that he was asleep before walking away from their sleeping spot. It was barely getting light, so Sawyer didn't want to go into camp and risk waking people up. Instead, she ventured into the forest, wanting to practice throwing the knife that Miller had given her the day before.

Stopping in a clearing, she eyed the target that she wanted to hit. Grabbing the handle of the knife, she attempted to throw it, and it landed feet away from the tree. Swearing, she went to grab it, for the same result. She continued trying to throw it, and was able to hit the tree. The problem was making it stick, and having it land where she actually wanted it to.

"Hold it by the blade," she heard a voice ring out and she jumped, turning to face Miller, who had popped up at some point in her throwing the knife. He took his out and lined up the knife before throwing it by the blade, and made it stick perfectly. "And throw it harder." Sawyer nodded and tried throwing it by the blade, and it hit the same spot once more. "Again."

Sawyer kept trying to throw it, and her arm was sore by the time the knife actually implanted itself in the tree. Miller whooped, giving her a huge grin as she retrieved her knife. "Now do it again." Miller made her do it several more times before he gave her a break.

"Let's go back to camp." Sawyer nodded in agreement, pulling her knife out of the tree for the tenth time. Miller had made her keep throwing it, to make sure that it wasn't just a fluke and she actually knew how to make it stick now. They were walking back to camp in silence before Miller broke that.

"How old even are you? 12?" he was joking with her, and she recognized that, but rolled her eyes in annoyance. He was trying to make small talk, and she didn't particularly want to do so, but decided to humor him.

"18." she figured that she was close enough to 18 to call herself 18, and he laughed at her.

"You look like you're 12."

"You act like you're 12," Sawyer immediately retorted, and Miller let out a low whistle.

"You insult like you're 12," he said, facing forward. She glared at him, and after a minute he turned to look at her before laughing again at the expression on her face. They walked back to camp and were almost there when they heard a girl scream. Miller began running immediately, Sawyer meandering behind him, making it to the clearing by the time a girl ran away from Murphy and Wells, towards the woods where Sawyer just came out of. Miller was standing next to Bellamy, so she followed him, purposefully placing Miller between her and Mbege.

"You can stop this," Wells pleaded with Bellamy.

"Stop this? I'm just getting started." Murphy leaped out, punching Wells in the face and knocking him to the side. The two were fist fighting, and Wells had Murphy on the ground, surprisingly beating the shit out of him. He knocked Murphy unconscious, supposedly, and stood up, reeling on Bellamy.

"Don't you see you can't control this?" Wells asked Bellamy, who was too preoccupied with Murphy, who hadn't been knocked out. He pulled a knife out and got up.

"You're dead." he started walking towards Wells, and Bellamy put his hand up to stop him,

"Wait." Sawyer was surprised that Bellamy was stopping the fight. He seemed to thrive on chaos. He pulled out a knife.

"Fair fight," he told Wells, tossing the knife to his feet. Wells looked at it for a minute before diving for the knife, getting into position to fight Murphy. The two stabbed at each other generally, making Sawyer's nerves stand on edge. She didn't like either of them, but watching someone get stabbed isn't exactly something that she wanted to do. Her heart was pumping quickly at the possibility of seeing another dead body, and she knew that she had to leave. She turned around and made to leave, and someone grabbed her arm, yanking her back. She whipped around and brought down her hand that still had her knife in it, feeling it slash flesh as soon as Murphy said "this is for my father."

"What the fuck?!" the person screamed. It was Mbege. Of course it was Mbege, Sawyer thought, trying to push the thought of vomiting out of her head. Everyone was turning to face them, and Wells had Murphy with a knife to his throat.

"You grabbed me," she said bluntly, wiping the blade off on the grass. He pulled out a knife, making it clear he was going to retaliate. She tried to make it seem like she wasn't on the verge of having a panic attack, but it was suddenly extremely hard to breathe.

"So you fucking cut me?"

"Mbege, drop the knife." he angrily threw down her knife, knowing he wouldn't be able to argue against Bellamy.

"I'll fucking kill you," Mbege threatened her, walking away from the fight.

"Whatever the hell you want," Sawyer muttered, her voice shaking, picking up her knife and wiping the blood off onto the grass.

"You picked the wrong person to stab," Bellamy told her, and Sawyer rolled her eyes at him, calmly putting her knife away and hoping that he couldn't see her hand shaking. She glanced up, noticing the look that Bellamy was giving her. He had his eyebrow raised, like he was trying to figure her out.

"Watch your back, kid. There is nothing preventing him from killing you. You're making enemies quickly," he told her and she just nodded as he told her everything that she already knew, noting in the back of her mind that he'd called her "kid". She shrugged and turned to the blonde girl that just entered the clearing. Sawyer began counting her breaths. Breathe in.

"Wells!" she'd yelled and Wells and Murphy both turned to face her. "Let him go!" Hold. Wells threw Murphy on the ground in front of him. Was that really necessary? Sawyer wondered. Breathe out. He had his arm around the kid's neck, throwing him to the ground was excessive. Murphy thought so as well, readying himself to launch himself at Wells. Breathe in.

"Woah, hey!" Bellamy interjected quickly, turning his attention away from blondie and grabbing Murphy. "Enough, Murphy." Hold. Seeing the brown haired girl limping, who Sawyer figured out was his sister. Bellamy ran over to her. "Octavia, are you alright?" he took her out of another guy's arms. Breathe out.

"Yeah," Octavia grunted, struggling to find her footing. Breathe in.

"Where's the food?" Bellamy asked the group, who had spread out and were looking like wrecks.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather," the Spacewalker told him, sitting on the stump of a tree that'd been chopped down. Hold.

"What the hell happened out there?" Bellamy was pissed, both that his sister was hurt and that they hadn't brought back any food. How were they supposed to eat? Breathe out.

"We were attacked," the blonde girl told him. Sawyer was breathing mostly normal now, so she turned her full attention to the group, vaguely noticing that her hands were still badly shaking. She gripped her knife to attempt to stop them.

"Attacked? By what?" Wells asked her, looking overly concerned. Sawyer rolled her eyes at the adoration and concern in his eyes. Why can't people understand that showing emotion is weakness?

"Not what. Who," the Spacewalker clarified. "Turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last Grounder." everyone looked shocked. People were still living on this radiation soaked planet?

"It's true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us." Sawyer noticed that the blonde girl who agreed with Wells also had a strong leadership quality, unfortunately. She liked Bellamy's way of handling things, and the blonde girl thought that the Ark should come down, something which Sawyer strongly opposed.

"Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will." Spacewalker delivered the uplifting news.

"Where's the kid with the goggles?" Wells asked them.

"Jasper was hit," the blonde girl started. Apparently the kid with the goggles has a name. Go figure. "They took him." Why would they want one of us? "Where's your wristband?" she grabbed at Well's arm, yanking up his sleeve.

"Ask him." Wells gestured to Bellamy, who the blonde girl quickly looked at, seething.

"How many?" her voice would've sounded murderous if Sawyer was afraid of her in the slightest.

"24 and counting," Murphy said proudly, and Sawyer felt a sense of pride that she was the first one.

"You idiots," the girl whispered harshly. "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there."

"Fuck them," Sawyer said quietly, or so she thought, and she heard Miller bark out a laugh. The blonde girl glared at him.

"If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us." Damn, she really has no faith in us. Sawyer saw the gears turning in Bellamy's head as he thought of a retort to ensure that they are on his side.

"We're stronger than you think," he started. "Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore!"

"Hell yea we aren't," Miller agreed.

"They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say, you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors. The Grounders should worry about us!" everybody agreed with Bellamy, and Sawyer agreed, but she thought that the last part was a bit excessive. Sawyer agreed with him a lot more than she agreed with the blonde girl. Maybe they had a chance of surviving if they actually learned how to fight with skill, but with the way things were, the only thing that they had going for them was brute force and adrenaline. And neither of those things would win against the so-called opponents that the blonde girl had seen, if they were trained to actually fight all of their lives. People from Factory knew how to survive, but not to that extent. They knew how to go days without eating and not let that affect their lives.

"Bellamy, we need to train these people," Miller told Bellamy as he walked away from where he was leading the group, running to catch up to him. Sawyer trailed behind them,

"No, Miller, we need to figure out a way to keep them out," Bellamy told him. "If what Princess is saying about the Grounders is true, and they're trying to find ways to kill us, then we need to keep them out."

"How are we going to do that?"

"I'll figure it out," Bellamy reassured Miller as he diverged and went to find Octavia while Sawyer followed Miller. He'd stopped and waited for her to catch up.

"You know, you're really short," Miller informed her when she caught up to him.

"No fucking way," Sawyer said under her breath, but of course he caught it and laughed.

"You've got a mouth on you, kid. You're going to get yourself killed with that," Miller grinned at her, and Sawyer found herself wondering how this man ever committed a crime. He was too damn happy all of the time to commit a crime, especially since he knew that he would die from it. Factory could've used a bit more cheer - that is, if he was from Factory. She didn't remember him, but then again, she didn't remember anybody. Being locked up for years did a number on her. She could remember what people looked like when she was locked up: she remembered her friends, her family, hell, even her little 14 year old boyfriend she could remember. But nobody remembered her, and that was fine. If they did, they'd probably put two-and-two together by now and figured out why she was locked up. The two sat down on a log in silence for a little bit before Miller broke it.

"I never told you how I got locked up. I stole shit. Got caught. Hard not to when your father's the captain of the guard," Miller grinned at her and she froze.

"Captain of the guard? Pretentious much?" she asked back, trying to seem light-hearted, and he nodded proudly.

"Yup. I remember when he was promoted, it was a great night," he smiled at the memory, lost in thought, ignoring the second half of what she said.

"I have to go," she blurted out, feeling like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She got up off of the log and started to speed walk away, ignoring Miller calling for her in the distance. If Miller's father was the captain of the guard, then he'd definitely heard about the girl who'd killed 4 guardsmen. And he'd definitely heard about her, there was no doubt about that. And he might've known the guardsmen who died. He knew about her already, and he probably wanted her dead.

She would if she was him.

Sawyer was trying to get through camp to get to the treeline, where she could go to the clearing that she was in before when she literally ran into somebody, the person wrapped their hands around her arms. Sawyer immediately look a step back, letting their hands drop.

"Hey, you okay?" she looked up and saw that it was Bellamy who she'd literally run into. Great. She internally groaned and gave a short nod.. I look like a complete idiot, she thought. It was then that they noticed that they had an audience. It's only getting better. She'd walked straight into the group that was Bellamy, Murphy, Wells, another guy, Octavia, and the blonde chick. She stepped forward again and became a part of the circle, figuring that it was the perfect way to distract herself.

"Anyway, why would I want to follow you?" Bellamy asked the blonde chick.

"Because you want them to follow you, and right now they're thinking only one of us is scared," the blonde chick was almost taunting Bellamy with the respect of the 100, and she could see by the look on Bellamy's face that it was working.

"Murphy. You. Come with me. Atom?" the other guy, who was quite attractive, turned to look at Bellamy. His eyes were a startling blue. "My sister doesn't leave this camp. Is that clear?"

"I don't need a babysitter," Octavia protested, which Bellamy ignored. Sawyer rolled her eyes at the way that Bellamy called her "you", but dealt with it.

"Anybody touches her, they answer to me." Atom nodded in agreement. "Let's go." Once again, Bellamy took up the leadership position, and Sawyer took a second to respond, forgetting that she was now involved with the group. She'd caught up with Murphy and Bellamy, who were walking behind Wells and the blonde chick. She saw the way that Murphy was eyeing her and made sure to put Bellamy between them. It was a scared move, sure, but she didn't want to die because of Murphy. That wasn't a remarkable way to die.

"You stabbed my friend," Murphy wound up next to her somehow. Sawyer ignored him. He grabbed her arm, yanking her back to him. She tried to pull her arm out of his grasp, and he just held it tighter. "I was talking to you."

"As I recall, that exact move is what got your friend cut," Sawyer tried to speak menacingly, but it was difficult when she was almost a head shorter than him. That wasn't the right thing to say, apparently, because Murphy looked even more pissed.

"Murphy, let her go or you're going back," Bellamy threatened him, and Sawyer couldn't help but think that he seemed like a father scolding his child. Murphy looked extremely unhappy, and begrudgingly let her go. Sawyer glared at him, walking in front of him and pulling her knife out of her boot just in case.

"Fucking hate being small," she muttered to herself, and Bellamy smirked, obviously hearing her.

"What did I tell you about making enemies?" Bellamy asked her, and she shrugged. "You're going to get yourself killed."

"So I've heard." she'd heard almost the same thing from Miller just a few minutes ago, and maybe she did have a death wish, considering she'd already pissed off two of the most dangerous people in camp.

"What's your name?" Bellamy asked her after a minute, and she rose her eyebrows at him.

"Sawyer." he nodded at her, and went back to being deep in thought. She suddenly became extremely concerned that he'd heard about her somehow, and started running the scenarios through her head. The way that Bellamy carried himself seemed like he'd been in an authoritative position before, and he knew how to intimidate people. So, Sawyer figured that maybe he was once in the guard. Maybe before his sister had gotten caught.

"Since when are we in the rescuing business, huh?" Murphy asked after a minute, disrupting Sawyer's thoughts.

"The Ark thinks the Prince is dead. Once they think the Princess is, too, they'll never come down," Bellamy responded, causing Sawyer to smirk. She'd definitely chosen the right person to follow. "I'm getting that wristband, even if I have to cut her hand off to do it."

"How are you planning on doing that?" Murphy asked him.

"I'll think about it."

"Hey, hold up," Bellamy caught up to the blonde girl after a bit of speed walking. "What's the rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart." he'd taken his gun out as he heard a noise a ways back, and still had it out. Sawyer could see that it was making Wells nervous, and was happy that he was uncomfortable. About time.

"Put the gun away, Bellamy," Wells ordered, causing Murphy to leap forward.

"Well, why don't you do something about it, huh?" as much as Sawyer was already not liking Murphy, she had to admire his desire to protect himself, and his people. Apparently Bellamy was now one of those people.

"Jasper screamed when they moved him. If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly. It doesn't mean we have time to waste," the blonde girl answered Bellamy. Sawyer rolled her eyes, and she caught them. "Do you have something to say?"

"He's dead. Accept it," Sawyer told her bluntly. She looked like she was expecting Sawyer to say something more, and when she didn't, she got more irritated.

"Who even are you?" she assessed Sawyer, then reached out and tried to grab her wrist that used to hold her wristband. Sawyer yanked away, tired of people grabbing her arms. "What, another one of his groupies, taking off your wristband to impress Bellamy?"

"Back off of her. Speaking about that, as soon as you take this wristband off, we can go," Bellamy grabbed the blonde girl's arm, and she quickly yanked it away. Sawyer wanted to scoff; she couldn't get her arm grabbed but she was going to grab Sawyer's?

"The only way the Ark is gonna think I'm dead is if I'm dead. Got it?" the blonde girl was getting in Bellamy's face. Murphy and Sawyer were both about to step forward when Bellamy responded.

"Brave princess," he said mockingly.

"Hey, why don't you find your own nickname?" the Spacewalker interjected, and Sawyer jerked around, wondering how long he'd been following them. "You call this a rescue party? Got to split up, cover more ground. Clarke, come with me."

"So the bitch has a name," Sawyer said under her breath, and Wells looked like he was about to get in her face. A lightbulb went off in her head. So this was the Clarke that the Council Member had spoken about. Another child of a Council Member. Fantastic.

"What is wrong with you? What did she do to you?" Wells asked her, and Bellamy and Murphy were both on edge in case he jumped at her. Sawyer felt a sense of pride that both of them were willing to defend her, even though Murphy had all but threatened to kill her 20 minutes prior.

"Her and your father voted to float me. They voted me into solitary for four fucking years." Sawyer had taken a step closer to him, and spoken low, and hoped she looked menacing, but Wells just looked at her surprised. Sawyer debated if she'd crossed her own line about not getting emotional; does pissed off count as emotional? She wasn't sure.

"You're not 18. They can't vote to float you until you're 18, that's illegal." Sawyer gave a short, ironic laugh at his defense of the Ark's legal system.

"You counsel children have no idea what it's actually like," Murphy interjected. Wells looked like he wanted to reply before Bellamy walked between them.

"You done?" he asked over his shoulder, and they all set off on a trail parallel to Clarke and the Spacewalker.

"Four years, huh? What'd you do? Kill someone?" Murphy asked her as he walked next to her, and she looked at him out of the corner of her eye and ignored his question. He whistled low. "Damn, shorty, didn't think you had it in you." In following Bellamy and Wells, somehow they'd gotten separated at some point, and Murphy didn't want to face the fact that they were lost.

"We're lost," Sawyer told him, standing still and crossing her arms.

"No, we're not. They're right up ahead," Murphy tried to get her to walk more, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're an idiot."

"Just walk. They're right there, I can hear them."

"You don't hear shit."

"Just fucking walk."

"No." Murphy glared at her as she stood her ground, them locked in a staring contest. They were silent for several minutes, glaring at each other before she heard Clarke yell that they'd found something. Trying to follow her voice to the West (Murphy said it was coming from the West, she said East, apparently her opinion doesn't matter), they heard Bellamy calling for them. From the East.

"I swear to god, shorty, if you say 'I told you so', I'll kill you in your sleep," Murphy threatened her, and she ignored the threat, choosing to be childish for once.

"I told you so," she told him before taking off running, Murphy groaning behind her.

"Do you have to run?" he grumbled before picking up his pace. They found the others soon enough, Sawyer breaking through the trees seconds before Murphy.

"Took you long enough," Wells grumbled, and Murphy glared at him.

"Shorty here won't admit when she's lost," Murphy informed him, and Sawyer turned around to glare at him.

"Fucking liar," she said and he grinned sarcastically at her, she rolled her eyes and walked forward again.

"Maybe I was wrong about you making enemies," Bellamy told her and she looked at him curiously. "He's checking out your ass." Sawyer looked down and felt her cheeks heating up. She hadn't had any form of male attention since she was 14, and she'd developed more since then. It made her anxious, but also made her self-esteem grow a bit that a sociopath found her attractive.

"Maybe there's hope for me after all," she said quietly enough for only him to hear and he laughed. Murphy cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Hey, how do we know this is the right way?" Murphy asked.

"We don't. Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker," Bellamy responded to him, and of course Wells had to respond to him.

"It's called 'cutting sign', Fourth-year Earth Skills. He's good," Wells told him, and Murphy was about to make a comment when Spacewalker started talking.

"You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?" Murphy whistled.

"Spacewalker's got attitude." They halted so Spacewalker could investigate some branches or some shit. Sawyer didn't particularly care, but Clarke was paying close attention. She was so interested in him that it was almost painful to watch.

"It's pathetic to watch them," Bellamy muttered to Sawyer, and she nodded in agreement with him. Bellamy learned towards Wells.

"See? You're invisible." Apparently the Prince has a thing for the Princess. That was about as obvious as Clarke being interested in the Spacewalker. They heard a moan of pain in the distance.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy asked.

"Now would be a good time to take out that gun," Clarke told Bellamy, and he complied. They followed the Spacewalker towards the moaning, and found the kid soon. They broke through the trees into a clearing, where past all of the small trees and land, there was a huge tree, and Jasper was tied up to a tree.

"Shit," Murphy whispered as response. There was some sort of green thing on his chest, and he was strung up like bait.

"Oh my god," Clarke said and started to walk closer.

"Clarke, be careful," Spacewalker warned, and she ignored him.

"Jasper?" she asked, and Sawyer couldn't keep her eyes off of the kid as she was walking forward with them.

"What the hell is this?" Bellamy asked, just as Clarke stepped onto the fake ground, falling into a pit. Bellamy immediately grabbed her, saving her from falling onto the multitude of sharp sticks that were poking out of the ground.

"Clarke! Get her up," the Spacewalker ordered, and Bellamy stood there holding her. He almost looked like he was debating dropping her, until people started yelling at him.

"Get her! Pull her up, pull her up, pull her up." Spacewalker and Wells rushed forward and helped Bellamy pull Clarke up.

"You okay?" Spacewalker asked her, and Sawyer almost rolled her eyes. She wasn't dead, obviously she was fine.

"Yeah," Clarke responded, getting onto her feet. She shared a look with Bellamy. "We need to get him down." When no one said anything, Sawyer stepped around the hole and started to climb.

"What the hell are you doing?" Murphy demanded.

"Climbing," Sawyer told him like he was an idiot, finding a place to grab footing and pulling herself up. Why doesn't someone help the smallest person here instead of standing there uselessly?

"I'll help you," Wells started to step forward and the Spacewalker grabbed him.

"No, you need to stay with Clarke," he told Wells, and Clarke was too distracted to glare, which she probably would have done. "I'll go." Sawyer ignored him and just let him follow her.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us," Spacewalker interjected to the conversation that Sawyer wasn't listening to, and she whistled to get his attention. She was straddling the branch by the binds on his hands. If he was going to help her, he was going to have to pay attention. She started sawing through the binds on his hands and the Spacewalker climbed up to saw through the ones on his legs. There was growling in the distance, and the Spacewalker stopped.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy asked.

"Grounders?" Bellamy wondered and they all started looking around. Upon growling, they all turned to the left to see a large cat on the prowl. Bellamy reached for his gun, but it wasn't there any more. The cat started running.

"Bellamy, gun!" Clarke sounded terrified, and shots rang out, hitting the animal but not enough to stop it. Wells had taken Bellamy's gun and was firing it, obviously not with accuracy. The animal camouflaged into the tall grass, leaving them all looking around for the animal, standing on edge. Suddenly, the animal leaped out towards Bellamy, and another gunshot rang out, finally hitting the animal enough to incapacitate it. Wells tried to shoot more but the gun clicked; he'd wasted all of the bullets. He dropped it on the ground when he realized that they were gone.

"Now she sees you," Bellamy told Wells, obviously pissed off that he had taken his gun. Sawyer was pissed off that he had done it, also; he didn't have prior training, and, if Sawyer was right, Bellamy did. Did he honestly take his gun just to impress Clarke? He could've gotten them all killed because he was being an idiot. Shaking her head, she continued to cut Jasper down, finishing with his hands and his midsection quickly. Spacewalker finally snapped back into it to get him down with help from Bellamy, Murphy busy wrapping the animal in cloth to carry it back. They made a makeshift stretcher and loaded the almost-dead kid onto it, and set out to go back to camp.