We are Fighter's, We are Warrior's
Chapter Two
February 28, 2022
It's been four days since the survivors arrived. Each day two tribe healers, my mother and I have been attending to their wounds. Each day they have woke up groaning in pain. We were there to help them, they are getting better each day that passed by. You can tell they were fighters. Their injuries consisted of bullet wounds in their legs, arms, shoulders, and one in the ass. I still giggle on that one. It's hard to help them, because they don't trust us. Anya, her tribe, and my mother Abby are trying to decide on whether to trust them, and here we are now…
Anya is pacing back and forth, her face is full of concentration in my tent. We are trying to decide on what to do with the new comers. I looked around my tent, it's nothing special, and I have a makeshift bed with fabric sticks and leaves, a box that had my clothes resting on them or what's left of them.
"Anya, they are in Military uniforms. How is that possible?" I asked cautiously. Anya looked at me and sighed, and she rubbed her face.
"Clarke you have to understand, the wars up north is torture. It's a nightmare. You see the dead all over the place. What we are facing can change how we play the game." Anya sat next to me, on my bed leaning forward. "We are fighting a war that we may never win Clarke. I need to decide what is good for my people. Those Soldiers could be our break through, or our down fall."
"Why can't we question them? I know your people are on their tip toes, not sure what to do. I understand that you are being cautious. But Anya, this could be your chance. It can be a turn around on this war. I don't think they are bad, the conversation they have, they wonder about this tribe. They don't know how to take us. Anya, you have to talk to them, leader to leader." I sighed, I got off my bed and exited my tent, and I see Anya's tribe working together as one. I wondered around the tribe, you had the men help build tents, some cleaning meat. Women helping as well. It was a well diverse tribe. There were tent next to each other forming a circle around the campfire.
"Clarke, can you come to the clinic?" A voice startled me, I turned to see its Lincoln, and he is tall with an olive skin. Grey eyes, showing passion. I looked at him as a brother and also one of the tribe's healer. I nodded, following him back to the made up clinic.
"How are the new comers?" I looked at him, I saw him sigh.
"You will see." Was his response. I gave him a confused look, not sure what he meant. As we walked, I smiled at some of the kids who ran passed me, playing around. Once we got the made up clinic, I hear a deep man's voice, actually multiple voices talking over each other. Lincoln pushed the flap to the tent open, I see nine faces looking directly at Lincoln and me. I studied each faces, each face. Each face was battered and bruised, basically they went through hell by the looks of it.
"Honey, can you help me clean them up?" my mother asked while I was starring. I turned my eyes to her, I quickly nodded. I went to my mom, she handed me the supplies. I went to the closes person next to me. Which was a woman, she looked younger than me by a couple of years. Her eyes were a grey color, it looked like she had dark brown hair, added with dry blood. She looked nervous having me come near her. I smiled gently to her.
"Hi, I am Clarke, Clarke Griffin." I pulled my hand forward to show her I wanted a hand shake. She slowly moved her hand to meet mine.
"I am Octavia." She replied softly, I smiled and nodded my head, as I started to clean her wounds and her face from her wounds, I realized she was really pretty. It's remarkable to see how her face turned from dirty to clean. I also cleaned the bullet wound on her thigh, we had to remove the bullet, but she would be able to walk on it.
I can hear the others talking. Mainly two... I believe their names are Monty and Jasper. I think Jasper is the one talking the most.
"Hey, Clarke what do you think of men with battle wounds?" I turned to see it was Jasper, because, he had light brown hair, and fair skin. I laughed.
"It's very manly, but I think it was a bullet through your ass correct?" I asked, his group laugh while he blushed and nodded.
"That was smooth, now she will remember you as the guy with the bullet in your ass." Monty responded, Monty had thin eyes, tan skin, with almost black hair. They continued laughing. Soon, the joking ended, when Anya came through the flaps of the tent. She studied each face, and each face studied her.
"Who is the leader of this group?" Her voice demanded. Starring at each face with determination. I looked at the group, none moving a muscle. Until one did. One that was the first one to responded with a name.
"I am the leader. I am Bellamy Blake. We came from the war up north. We were fighting along with America. It's been destroyed." This man had Olive skin tone, dark brown curly hair, with dark brown hair. He had this aura of strength, and leadership. You can tell the group responded to his answers.
"Come with me. We need to a have a discussion." Anya said, walking away quickly before my mom could tell her no. He slowly got up off the makeshift clinic bed. As he followed Anya, each person looked to me with a questioning gaze.
"That is Anya, she is the leader of this tribe." I answered the question. Cleaning up the towels that I used to clean the survivors. The group began to murmur to each other. I smiled to my mom, when she came up to me. Abby is my mother's name. She had this light brown hair that she pulled back. Her aged face with blues. It had always been her and I. My father died along with Anya's husband trying to battle against the Mountain Men. It was six years ago, I was eighteen when he died. I still remember his laugh is smile. But I can't remember his voice, the only thing I have of his, is his watch. It's my only remembrance of him. Knowing her she never will.
**Hello, so this is the second chapter. I am so sorry this short like the first one. So now we know some of the survivors. Each character will be approached, as you see Anya trust Clarke. It's a little different, but what wrong with different? I really hope that you guys like this story. So please, I beg of you guys to give me your opinion! Thank your guys for taking the time to read my story. I really appreciate it!***