The bridge was a couple hours away.

Monty and I switched up between running, jogging and walking. We needed to get to that bridge.

And we did. Jasper was kneeling behind a tree stump. He was clicking an empty gun.

"Oh, damn it," he was saying. "Damn it."

"You call that shooting?" Monty asked, running over. He ducked under a branch.

"Monty? Cory?"

Monty passed over the gun as we both knelt next to him.

"Last time was a fluke," he said. "I panicked."

"So what?" Monty asked. "You still made the shot, right?"

"Twice." Jasper nodded and lifted the gun. "How many rounds?"

"Three," Monty said. We all exchanged a look. "You got this."

Jasper missed the first time. I could see the Grounders creeping onto the bridge.

"Damn it," Jasper hissed. "Come on."

"Did you not hear me say you got this?" Monty asked.

I crossed my fingers. The Grounders were moving again.

And then Jasper fired. And boom.

We all ducked down as the bomb went off.

"It worked," I breathed, looking up again.

The bridge was gone, blown to pieces. From here I could just barely see a couple of Grounders, dead Grounders. They weren't going to be following us for a little while at least.

I turned and looked at the other two. They were hugging. I smiled and then was pulled in.

"Oh," Jasper said, pulling back. "We should go get Raven and Finn."

We found Finn and Raven not far away. They weren't far from us or the explosion. There was debris around them but they luckily weren't hit.

"What are you doing here?" Raven asked. It didn't look like she could really see straight.

"Here to save your butt," I said with a smile. "Let's get back to camp."

Jasper and Monty walked ahead of us. I was in the middle of the group most of the walk. Finn helped Raven.

When we made it back to camp, people were clapping. They'd seen the explosion and they knew we'd succeeded.

I couldn't help but smile.

"Feeling better?" I asked, seeing Bellamy on his feet again.

"Of course you were in on it," he sighed, shaking his head.

"Would I miss an opportunity to defy you?" I asked with a smirk.

He just laughed a little.

"Miller's looking for you," he said.

"Tell him I will be getting some much needed rest," I said. "Monty and I basically ran to the bridge and I've been up for a couple days now."

"I'll tell him," Bellamy said with a nod.

"Thanks," I said, putting a hand on his arm. "And don't overdo it. You literally fell on a tent last night."

He smiled. "I'll be fine."

I slept in my tent for a couple hours. I woke when Nate came in, cried for a little while, and then fell back asleep.

When I woke next, it was night.

I took a watch, sitting in a tree. I had a gun but I know I'd reach for my bow first.

For the rest of the night, there was nothing. No movement. No retaliation. Not yet.

"Hey," Nate said from the base of the tree. "I'm taking over. Go get some food."

I nodded and climbed down. I gave him the gun and kissed his cheek.

"Be careful."

He nodded with a smirk before climbing the tree.

After my cry session last night, we've only grown closer. I realized that while they were my biological family, they were his family too. He'd come to love Peyton as his own. It was as if he lost a daughter as well. I always thought of him as family but I never knew he did too.

I took a deep breath and walked back into camp.

Pretty much everyone was okay again. Connor died last night. But he was the last one. 15 people have died since we landed on Earth. I didn't know whether to cringe or to breathe a sigh of relief. With biological warfare, it could have been much worse.

I headed to the dropship. It was absolutely disgusting in there. No one really wanted to clean it out yet.

I spent the better part of the day cleaning.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked.

I turned to see Murphy walk in.

"Cleaning," I said simply. "No one else wants to do it." I picked up another completely destroyed blanket.

"I'm surprised Bellamy didn't make me do it," he sighed. "It is my fault."

I turned sharply. "This was not your fault. The Grounders did this."

"And I helped."

"Not on purpose," I said, walking over. I dropped the blanket and took his hand. "I saw your face when Derek died. You did not want this to happen."

"Tell that to Bellamy," he sighed.

"Yeah," I said, wrinkling my nose. "I don't think he's ever gonna like you."

"He hanged me."

I sighed and turned away. I started cleaning again.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, kneeling next to me. "I shouldn't have gone after her."

"I get it," I said, not looking at him. "You wanted revenge. What I don't get is why you went even after I begged you not to."

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"And I'm still mad," I said.

He didn't say anything. He just left.

I sighed and picked up the blankets. I filled a bucket with water and sat near the fire, washing them. It was getting colder out and I couldn't wash blankets with my jacket on. So I sat as close to the fire as I could.

It was dark by the time Bellamy sat down next to me.

"Are you seriously cleaning?"

"Yes," I said, wringing out the last blanket. "We need these blankets. It's cold out."

I stood up and draped the blanket over a stand I'd put near the fire.

"I brought food," he said, offering up some meat.

"Thanks," I said, sitting down again. I took a bite. Rabbit.

"You want to take a watch again tonight?"

I gave him a look. Of course I did not. But I would if I needed to.

"I'll wake you early in the morning," he said. He stood up. "Might want to get to sleep early."

I sighed. "Fine."

He helped me up.

"You want to dump that out for me?" I asked, giving him a pair of puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah," he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh you're sweet," I said with a smile, tapping his cheek. "Good night," I called, walking over to my tent.

I sat on my bed and pulled off my shoes. I threw my jacket on top of them and climbed under the blanket. I was almost asleep.

"Cory?"

"Yeah?" I called, sitting up again.

Murphy peeked in.

"Did you need something?"

"Uh…" He stepped in all the way. "I got these for you." He was holding a small bouquet of purple flowers.

I smiled a little and took them from him. I laid them on top of my jacket and took his hand. I pulled until he was sitting on the bed next to me.

"Thank you," I said, kissing his cheek. "Now, come on. I'm on watch early tomorrow morning."

I laid back down again. He smiled and pulled off his shoes and his jacket, throwing those on the ground. He climbed in with me.

"So I'm forgiven?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I'm just happy you're back so you can't go anywhere."

He smiled again. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Cory," Nate said. I heard him walk in. "Seriously? God. It's my tent too."

I sat up. He wasn't looking at us.

"You can look," I sighed. "Clothes are on."

"Oh," he said.

I laughed. "Did you need something?"

"Not anymore," he said, sitting on his own bed. "Good night Cory."

"Good night," I said, lying back down.

"Night Murphy," Nate called, laying down.

I smiled as I saw the confusion on Murphy's face. "Night," he said hesitantly.

I snuggled in close and fell asleep quickly.

I woke when someone came in. I carefully sat up, trying not to wake Murphy. Bellamy was in front of my bed, looking very confused and slightly angry.

"You're turn," he said.

"I'll be right there," I whispered with a smile.

I climbed out of bed. I almost fell due to me climbing over Murphy. But I didn't and was able to put my shoes on without waking him. I grabbed my jacket, my bow and arrows and a flower. I put that in my hair.

"What's with the flower?" Bellamy asked, waiting outside.

"Murphy got some for me," I said with a smile.

"So you're all buddy buddy with him again?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I guess you could say that."

"Great," he sighed.

Before I could ask what he meant, we were at the wall. He was telling someone they were done. And he walked away before I could ask.

I climbed the tree and for hours, I just sat there. There was no movement.

Where was the Grounder retaliation? We bombed a bridge. We killed some of them. And nothing.

"Cory," Nate called.

I climbed down.

"Have fun with Murphy," Nate said with a smirk.

"Oh shut up," I sighed, slapping his arm. I handed over the gun. "Be careful."

He just smiled and climbed up the tree.

I walked back into camp. I saw Murphy was in the smokehouse with Octavia. I pulled off my jacket and threw it on a stump not far away. It was going to be hot in there.

"Hey," I said, stepping in next to him.

He looked over at me surprised. I reached up and kissed his cheek before making my way past him.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping out," I offered with a smile.

"Bellamy assigned you here?"

"Uh…he just lets me do my own thing," I said, hanging a chunk of meat. I looked over, making a face. "He knows I'm not actually going to listen to him."

Octavia laughed.

"Is this fire too hot or is it just me?" I asked, turning to look at it.

"Dell keeps adding wood," Octavia sighed. "Probably just to spite me."

"I'll talk to him," I said with a nod.

"Actually talk, right?" Octavia asked.

"I'll say something first," I said with a smile.

I didn't get to. I was pushed through the wall by a burst of fire. I hit my head and fell to the ground. I tried to push myself up but my arms wouldn't work with me.

Someone was helping me up almost immediately and pulling me away from the smokehouse. It was completely consumed in flames now.

Great. That was all the food we had.

"Cory," Murphy called, running over. He wrapped his arms around me.

He pulled back and looked at me. I smiled up at him. My head hurt a little but I was fine.

"I'm fine."

"Clarke," he yelled. "Where's Clarke?"

"What?"

He glanced down at my arm. I slowly looked over and gasped.

There was a hook in my arm. One of the hooks that was supposed to be holding meat was now hook in my arm.

"Clarke," he yelled again.

"What's going on?" Bellamy asked, coming around the smokehouse.

I just held out my arm.

"Go get Clarke," he commanded a random person. They took off to go find Clarke.

I looked down at my arm. I felt around a little, wincing when it hurt. The hook wasn't in very far. It was just through skin and a little bit of muscle. It went in in the middle of my bicep and came out an inch higher up. The hook had a barb but the other side had broken off when I'd fallen. That side was just a point.

The two started talking about something.

I reached over, bit my lip, and pulled the hook through. I tossed it into the fire.

"Cory," Murphy snapped. "What the hell?"

"What?" I asked with a shrug. I put my hand over the wound. It wasn't actually bleeding a lot.

"What happened?" Clarke asked, running over.

The two just looked at me.

"There was a small explosion," I said. "I was thrown through a wall and one of the meat hooks, hooked me." I showed her the wound. "But I pulled it out and now I'm bleeding all over the place."

Clarke sighed and started wrapping my arm with the bandage she'd brought. She tied it off.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I said with a shrug. "It doesn't really hurt anymore."

"Oh my God, Cory," she sighed. "Go lay down."

I was about to say something but the looks all three of them were giving me told me not to. I laid down for a while.

Until I heard a lot of talking. They were going hunting.