Clarke searches around for some cloth and rips it into pieces, giving it to herself and Bellamy so they can put it over their mouths and limit the spread. Octavia stands in front of Clarke as she examines her, and all around them more sick delinquents are brought inside. With a satisfied nod, Clarke puts the flashlight away from the younger Blake's face and steps back. "Okay. We're done. No visible signs of swelling or bleeding."
"So you're saying she doesn't have it?" Bellamy asked, his eyes shifting to Clarke as he moves the cloth away from his mouth.
Clarke sighs, "I'm saying she doesn't have symptoms, but that could change. We need to keep her here just in case."
He shakes his head, gesturing around. "No way. Look at this place. She'll get sick just being here."
"Do you want to stop the spread, or not?" Clarke sighed for a second time. "Look. I'll keep her on the third level with the people who aren't symptomatic yet. Think of it as a way to stop her from sneaking out again."
Octavia turns and gives her a glare. "Screw you, Clarke."
"I'll let you know if her condition changes."
Bellamy sighs and nods once in agreement, turning to leave as Octavia starts to climb up the latter to the third floor. Before she can, Clarke stops her. "Octavia, wait." She turns her head towards Clarke, an annoyed expression on her face. Quickly, that expression changes as Clarke says, "I need you to sneak out again."
Clarke was standing on the edge of the ramp to the dropship watching as two guys had carry the last body out of the dropship. They carefully set the body down next to Derek's, right outside the dropship. Not even an hour has passed since Clarke had issued the quarantine and two people were already dead.
If there was a cure, they were not aware of it yet, considering Octavia has not returned from her secret trip to Lincoln. He was the only one that could potentially help them.
They still had no idea how long this virus was supposed to last for. They just needed answers.
"Alright," Bellamy's loud voice broke the silence in the camp. Everyone had stopped doing what they were doing to watch the bodies being carried out. "Show's over. Get back to your posts."
Once everyone returned to work, Wells walked over to the ramp, where Clarke were standing. His eyes shifted at her. "You got enough food in there, water?"
Clarke's soft eyes met his. "Yeah." The corners of her mouth lifted. "Some medicine might be nice."
He lifted his in response to her. "I'll see what I can do." He then walked towards the opposite direction.
"Octavia, you okay?" Bellamy called, hoping he'd catch a glimpse of his sister or at least know if she's safe or not. After no answer, Bellamy made a concerned look and marched towards the dropship before Clarke stopped him. "Bellamy, wait." She said hesitantly. "She's not here. I sent her to see Lincoln." With the shook of Bellamy's head, Clarke continued. "Look, if there's a cure, he has it. I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't let her go."
Bellamy said nothing in return. He just shook his head and clenched his jaw in anger, glaring at Clarke before turning around and starting to make his way towards the exit of camp.
Clarke sighed and called after him. "Bellamy!"
Bellamy ignored her as a kid with his back turned towards him was blocking the exit. "Get out of my way!"
The kid turned around and Bellamy's face changed, blood were trailing down his face from his eyes, causing immediate horror among the other kids. Bellamy staggered away from him.
"Dude, your eyes." Another guy said.
"Nobody touch him!" A few delinquents had their guns raised at the infected boy.
"Get to the dropship, "Bellamy urged, pointing towards the dropship's direction. "Now."
"Put your guns down!" Wells stormed up to the few guys with their guns trained on the guy. The last absolute thing they needed was for everyone to panic.
"Hey, are you okay?" Wells heard Raven asked a dark haired girl, who looked gravely ill. The moment those words left Raven's mouth, the girl's legs turn to jelly as she tumbles to the ground. Wells quickly ran towards Raven and shouted, "Raven don't!"
He backed Raven away as he held an arm out in front of her, keeping her from touching the girl as another guy catches her. "She's infected." Wells said.
The girl coughs up blood, spewing the red liquid all over a couple guys, causing a immediate full-blown panic.
"Oh my God!" One of the guys complain, attempting to wipe the blood out their faces.
"Oh my God it's on me!"
The guys that got coughed on walked around with their hands in front of them. Everyone else around them backs away and others point the barrel of their guns at them. Things just got really bad. No, worse. Well, let's just say it didn't take more than two seconds for the hundred camp to become absolute chaos.People were shouting for them to get back away from them.
Bellamy moves around, shouting. "Calm down!"
Finn immediately throws himself in the middle of all it. "Put that gun down! Put that fucking gun down! Put it down!"
As a precaution, Clarke dashes back into the dropship and grabbed the nearest gun she could find, pulling back the parachute to reveal the camp in utter chaos.
She fires off three consecutive shots into the air, making everyone snap out of it and turn their attention towards Clarke.
Clarke steps down from the dropship's lowered door, her footsteps heavy.
The gun is still pointing threateningly for the air when she speaks, "This is exactly what the grounders want. Don't you see that? They won't have to kill us if we kill each other first."
A guy steps from the group, lifting his gun towards Clarke, aiming for her skull. "They won't have to kill us if we all catch the virus. Get your ass back in the damn dropship!"
Wells snapped as he ran towards the boy, yanking the gun from his hands as the boy's stomach is met with the butt of the gun. As soon as the boy groaned in pain, clutching his hands on his stomach, he delivers one last blow to the kid's face with the butt of the rifle, sending the boy to the ground, groaning in pain. Hope he didn't give him a concussion.
"I hate to state the obvious," Bellamy quipped. "But your quarantine isn't working, at all."
The gun slowly fell from Clarke's hand and hit the ground with a 'thud' before she started to collapse herself, only to feel a pair of strong arms under the crook of her legs and beneath her waist.
"Finn don't touch her!" Raven's voice rang out from the crowd. Her face falls when she sees Finn ignore her.
"She's right let me go. I'm okay." Clarke said faintly.
She was definitely not okay.
"No, you're not." He said as he lifted her higher.
"Octavia will come back with a cure."
Octavia's voice cuts through the crowd. "There is no cure…"
Speak of the devil
Everyone turned their attention towards the younger Blake, including Bellamy.
She gazes at the people circled around her. "But the grounders don't use the sickness to kill."
"Really?" Bellamy asked with the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Why don't you tell that to them?" He pointed to the bodies near the dropship.
Octavia sighed and shut her eyes for a brief second, taking in the fact that they've already lost two people.
That wasn't something that they could ignore and continue on with preparing for the grounders to strike camp. They have to figure out how to make the sick better or else there's a chance every single person in camp will die.
"I told you about seeing that grounder again." He stepped toward his sister.
"Yeah?" Octavia responds with small glare. "Well guess what? I have something to tell you too."
"The grounders are coming." Octavia finally said. Murmurs and voices of worry fill the air. They knew the grounders would strike soon. They just didn't think it would be this soon. "And they're attacking at first light."
She then walked straight towards the dropship, but Bellamy stopped her, grabbing her by the wrist. Octavia stopped momentarily and met Bellamy's eyes with a frosty gaze before jerking her own hand away.
She followed Finn into the dropship. "Come on. I'll help you get Clarke into the dropship."
Bellamy watched as they walked in the dropship before turning his gaze towards Raven. "How many bullets can you make by first light?"
Moments later, Wells, Bellamy, Raven were in a tent she claimed as her own, for making bullets and anything else that might be an advantage for them to to use. Jasper, Harper, and Monty have been put to work, prepping the guards' guns for battle.
"Five to a clip." Bellamy grabs the rifle out of Harper's hands and set it down on the rack. "Let's go. We gotta get these guns on the wall."
"Why just five?" Monty asked.
"We're running out of gunpowder," Wells answered Monty.
"Oh, we are so dead." Harper sighed from the other side of the table, prepping the next clip.
Don't worry," Jasper flashes her a smile. "I got your back." He cleans the gun without looking at it, expertly.
Monty scoffed at Jasper.
"Got something to say?" Jasper asked provocatively.
"Hey guys stay focused," Raven jumped in to stop an argument. "We're doing good. We need as many rounds done by dawn as we can."
Finn then forced his way into the tent. He took a place right between Bellamy and Wells.
"It won't matter if there's no one left who can shoot," Finn lays his his hands on the table. "What do we need to build a bomb?"
"Depends on what you're trying to blow up," Raven answered.
"How about a bridge?" Finn asked.
"What are you talking about?" Wells asked.
"Murphy says he crossed a bridge on his way back," Finn glanced at Wells and Bellamy. "Sound familiar?"
"Yeah," Bellamy sniffed. "So what?"
"So, the virus is fast," Finn informed the tent. "He's already getting better. Blowing the bridge won't stop the attack, but the longer we can delay it, the more of us will be able to fight."
"Even if Murphy is telling the truth," Wells begin to say. "And that's a big if." Bellamy added. "That bridge has survived a nuclear war and three-hundred years of weather."
A determined look crosses Raven's face. "It won't survive me,"
Later that night after Wells, Bellamy, Finn, and Jasper had gone with Raven back to the exodus ship crash site to collect hydrazine hours ago, Raven carefully poured hydrazine into what had once been a mason jar. The rocket fuel would create a big boom when it came into contact with fire. All someone had to do was hit the jar with a bullet and bye bye bridge.
Okay, you can come in now," Raven called to the guys outside as she removed the helmet from her spacesuit she used to get to the ground.
Wells came in first, followed by Bellamy and then Finn. Wells' eyes were drawn to the bright red liquid in the mason jar on the table as Bellamy steps beside him at the table. How crazy to think that something like this is so explosive.
"Boom!" She shouted in Wells' ear, startling him a bit. He shoots a glare at her, only making her laugh harder.
"Haha, very funny." Wells said sarcastically trying to remove any embarrassment he felt.
"Relax, your highness." Raven quipped. "It needs an accelerant." She moved around Wells and Bellamy and picked up the container of gunpowder and shook it in her hand. "Gunpowder. Container of hydrazine." The jar of fuel is placed in the container.
Raven picked up the gunpowder with the lid still on and motioned pouring it out into the bucket. "Put the gunpowder around the hydrazine." She put the gunpowder to the side and placed a crude copper lid over the bucket. "Hit the bull's eye," Raven took a piece of chalk and drew a big X on the side of the barrel. "Win a prize."
"It's the rest of our gunpowder. Won't be able to make any more bullets." Bellamy takes notices with a grim expression.
"Tonight, we need a bomb," Finn remarked. "We can worry about bullets tomorrow."
Wells fold his arms over his chest. This was their one shot to have a bit of advantage against the grounders. They needed this to work. Because if it doesn't, the grounders will kill every single last one of them. There will be no hesitation.
"If we do this, and it doesn't work," Bellamy said. "We'll all be dead tomorrow." He stated the truth that they were all thinking.
"Then let's make sure it works." Wells tells them. "We can't afford to not have this work."
Raven nods her head, "To be safe, you need to be at least two hundred feet away to make the shot."
"No problem," Bellamy said. "Which one of you plants the bomb?"
After a long moment of silence Finn answered. "I will."
"So you won't pick up a gun, but blowing people up, that you're okay with?" Bellamy turned his head towards Finn, his hands on his hips.
"We're blowing up a bridge." Finn said. "It's not like there's gonna be a lot of people in it."
"Finn, we have one bomb," Bellamy told him. "We need to use it to kill as many of those bastards as possible."
"But they don't know that." Finn remarked. "If we did, why would we waste it on the bridge? I'm talking about deterrents, peace through strength."
"The appearance of strength, you mean." Raven corrected, taking her spacesuit off.
"Yeah."
Bellamy turned his glaze back at the jar. " Men who built the a-bomb thought they were peacemakers, too." He turned his glare back at Finn. "How'd that worked out for them? They backed up as they noticed Bellamy's nose bleeding.
"Don't touch anything." Wells ordered.
"Who else can take a shot?" Finn asked.
Bellamy wiped his nose. "Appreciate the concern. Make sure the bomb's packed and ready to go in ten minutes," Bellamy ordered before leaving the tent. Minutes later, Wells finds Bellamy fallen into a nearby tent he ordered some other delinquents to take him to the drop ship. When he turns around, he notices Raven sneaking out of the camp.
What the hell was she doing?
He knew he wait for Finn but he couldn't. He ran after her.
When Wells finally caught up to Raven, she had fell in a puddle. Raven quickly took the hydrazine jar out of the bag and notice it was still in one piece. She sighed of relief. "Thank god." She muttered.
"Raven what the hell are you doing?" She heard Wells voice behind her. She quickly put the jar back in her bag and stood up and pointed the rifle at Wells, who put his hands up in surrender.
"Go back to camp Wells, you shouldn't be here."
"I shouldn't be out here?" He scoffed. "You're out here in the open by yourself. It's like you're asking to get killed."
"I don't need you to babysit me Wells, I can take of myself." She spat at him.
"Obviously, you can't." Wells spat back. "Seriously, Raven, why are you doing this ? What is this about?" His voice was more softer than last.
Raven closed her eyes and clenched her fists. She was almost at the verge of tears when she tried to calm herself down.
"Raven" Raven heard Wells voice, but tried to ignore it as she shut her eyes tight.
"Raven" Raven tried even harder to ignore him. She shut her eyes tighter as she could.
"Raven!"
"WHAT!"
Wells facial expression were soft, he took a step back before pointing out. "Your eyes."
Raven eyes widened as she wiped her tears and saw the red liquid on her hand.
"Rae," Wells said softly, "Just give it to me. It can be me instead. Just get back to camp.
"No." Muttered Raven. "Not when I'm so close." She ran towards the bridge.
"Raven! Damn it." Wells swore as he ran after her.
"I'm like 75% sure this won't explode on us." She wore her signature smirk on her lips but her eyes were full of worry and he knew she was scared.
"You don't have to do this. I told you it can be me." He pleaded for what seemed like the hundredth time. Raven shook her head, rolling her eyes as she set the can of hydrazine on the ground, her fingers only shaking slightly.
"Can you just go back to the dropship. I don't want you, or anyone else here when this thing goes off. I'll make the shot and that'll be it." She huffed, wiping the blood from her eyes. Wells bent down to where she was on the ground and went to touch her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"Don't touch me!" Raven barked out, standing up with her rifle and backing away from the can. Her footing was off and she would've fallen if Wells hadn't caught her just in time.
"You're not doing this." He said sternly. "You can barely stand, Raven, what makes you think you can blow up a bridge. I'll radio Clarke and Bellamy, tell them to bring Jasper or someone who's not sick."
"He hesitated." She closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them, they were filled with tears. "When I asked who should make the shot, Finn hesitated." She looked down at her hand, which were stained with blood and dirt, "He didn't hesitate with Clarke." Wells' chest tightened at that. What could he say to her? She was right, he didn't hesitate with Clarke, even though he knew he'd get sick too.
"Come on, Raven." Wells grabbed her arm and threw it over his shoulder, holding on to her waist to keep her upright. He picked her up and moved her far away from the bridge.
"What are you doing?" She whispered, looking up at him with her blood and tear-filled eyes. He set her down against a tree and grabbed her rifle.
"No, Wells, you can't" She pleaded, trying to stand up and failing.
"Stay here. Do not move, okay?" He smiled lightly as he cupped her face.
He didn't leave room for her to argue as he placed a kiss on her forehead and walked back to the bridge, rifle in hand. He bent down, laying on his stomach on the ground, a few feet from the bomb.
Wells took a deep breath and lined up the shot.
"Here goes." He whispered, his voice shaking slightly.
He squeezed the trigger and made the shot.