We followed Murphy through the woods, wandering to places even I hadn't been before. My thigh was stinging, but it was getting easier and easier to forget about the pain and keep on walking. Bellamy had been shooting me worried looks at first, noticing the slight limp right away, but he was now watching with a relieved smile as I took the head of the group.

I felt alive once more, in the woods. This was my element, the wind rustling through the leaves, the animals chirping in the bushes, the beautiful sight of thousands of trees in every direction. I wanted to hunt, but my friends were more important.

'All right, Murphy,' Bellamy said. 'Where to now?'

'What do you say we lose these first, huh?' he replied, putting his tied hands up.

'No. Again.'

I snorted and he sent me a glare.

'If we get attacked, I have nothing to defend myself with.'

'I don't care,' Bellamy shot back.

'Stop asking, Murphy,' I added. 'It's not gonna happen.'

Just then, Finn doubled back. I tried to protest but he cut the ties around Murphy's wrist, ignoring me.

'Thank you,' Murphy drawled.

'Shut up,' I snapped, before hurrying to catch up with Finn and Bellamy.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Bellamy asked.

'It was your idea to bring him,' Finn replied.

'Yeah, he's the only one who's seen where they keep their prisoners.'

'Then we probably shouldn't let him be defenceless out here. We can handle Murphy.'

'You better hope so,' Bellamy said as Finn increased his pace.

We exchanged a tired look, which grew even more when Murphy jokingly asked if he could get a gun. Bellamy shoved him forward with a glare. We kept on walking, following Murphy's instructions until we finally arrived at the Grounders' village.

'Everybody, down!' Murphy whispered as he pushed Bellamy to the ground. The village was located in the middle of a strange metallic structure, most of it overgrown by grass and trees. There were a dozen Grounders milling around.

'This is it,' Murphy said. 'Told you I'd find it.'

'I see nothing but Grounders,' Bellamy informed us as he looked through the scope of his rifle. 'Our people aren't here.'

'Wait a minute,' Finn said. 'They've got stuff from our dropship.'

'They could have looted it after the others were taken,' I protested. 'It doesn't mean anything.'

'Maybe,' Bellamy admitted. 'Or maybe they know where our friends are.'

'Yeah, or they killed them already,' Murphy said and I shot him a glare.

Finn was still looking through the scope of his gun and when he cursed, we all turned to look at him. There was fury on his face, something I'd never seen before with Finn.

'The guy with the one eye,' he said. 'Around his neck.'

I couldn't see anything, but Bellamy could and he frowned.

'What am I looking at?'

'He's got Clarke's watch! It was her father's.'

'She wouldn't give that up without a fight,' Bellamy said.

'Neither will we,' Finn added.

Monroe and I exchanged a worried glance. I wanted to find the others as much as Finn, but he seemed… almost unhinged. All I could hope for was that he wouldn't charge in, guns blazing. We needed finesse and subtlety, not raw strength.

'Okay,' Bellamy whispered. 'You're with me. You three, stay here, out of sight. If this thing goes south, take out the other Grounders. But don't shoot the Grounder with the watch. Copy?'

Monroe, Sterling and I nodded.

'What about Murphy?' Monroe asked.

'Yeah, do I get a gun now?' he added.

'Something like that,' Bellamy answered with a smirk.

He grabbed Murphy and they disappeared deeper down the woods, with Finn on their heels. Sterling sighed heavily, and the three of us focused on the other Grounders, watching intently for any sign of trouble. Soon enough, we saw the one with Clarke's watch separate from the group. He slipped away from our sight and I tensed up, hoping the boys' plan would go smoothly.

A branch cracked behind us and I whipped around, drawing the string of my bow. The tip of my arrow glinted in the sunlight and I recognized Bellamy, who merely rolled his eyes.

'You gonna shoot me, Sunshine?' he smirked. 'I thought we were over this.'

I relaxed and punched him in the shoulder.

'You're an idiot. You got the Grounder?'

'Yeah. Come on, Finn and Murphy are waiting for us.'

We crawled away from the Grounders' village, relaxing only when we were far away that they wouldn't even hear us if we screamed. We met with Finn and Murphy, who were waiting next to an unconscious Grounder. I approached him and crouched, studying him. I sighed as I noticed he still had his weapons on him.

'I swear to God, I have to do everything around here,' I muttered.

I patted him down and took away everything that could be used as weapons. I ended up with seven small knives, a dagger, a pointed stone and a wicked looking machete. Finn was tapping his foot impatiently next to me.

'Are you done?' he asked gruffly.

I nodded, but rolled my eyes as soon as he looked away. I was getting tired of Finn's attitude, and from the look Monroe gave him, I wasn't the only one. Bellamy and Sterling lifted the Grounder and we followed Finn deeper into the woods. For some time, I thought we were going back to our old camp, but Finn led us to a hatch hidden by leaves.

'What is this place?' Sterling asked.

'A bunker,' Finn answered. 'I found it after we first landed. It's safe.'

Bringing the Grounder down the ladder wasn't easy, but we managed to do so without dropping him, although it was tempting. We tied him up to a chair, and Bellamy began interrogating him, but just like Lincoln had when we'd taken him captive, the Grounder wasn't saying anything helpful.

I sat down on a bed and stretched my leg in front of me. Abby's stitches had held up, and although the pain was diminishing with every hour, my thigh was still throbbing. Monroe handed me a cup of water and I drank gratefully as we both watched the interrogation. She seemed exhausting, her eyes red and her face pale.

'Are you okay?' I asked her.

'I'm just tired. I wish the guards had come with us.'

I sighed, thinking about my father. I understood why he was wary. He had just landed on Earth, and had immediately been faced with the Grounder threat. He was scared, just like he'd been when Jasper had been taken. And I knew some part of him still saw the Hundred as a bunch of criminals. I had too, before being locked up in the Skybox. It had taken me some time, but I understood now that nothing was black of white. Everything, whether it was the Grounders, my friends or my father, worked in shades of grey. And I couldn't – wouldn't abandon my friends.

'We're gonna do this again,' Bellamy told the Grounder, his tone dark and threatening. 'And this time, you're gonna stop screwing with us. Where did you find this?'

He held up Clarke's watch, and the Grounder glared at him.

'I told you,' he repeated. 'I found it outside your camp.'

'He's lying,' Finn scowled as he took the watch from Bellamy's hand. 'She would never take it off voluntarily. Where is the girl who was wearing this watch?'

'I never saw a girl.'

'Another lie,' Murphy drawled. 'Maybe you should stop asking him nicely-'

'Shut up, Murphy,' Bellamy interrupted him before focusing back on the Grounder. 'Where are our friends? You took them, we know you did. Just tell us where.'

The Grounder closed his eyes, sighing heavily. He didn't seem in the least bit scared, and it unnerved me.

'Murphy's right,' Finn said darkly. 'We're wasting time.'

Before any of us could react, he punched the Grounder on the side of his face, screaming at him to answer the question. Bellamy seized Finn, pulling him away.

'Finn, stop! You don't wanna do this. Trust me. There are some lines you can't uncross.'

Monroe and I exchanged a heavy look. We both knew Bellamy was talking about Lincoln. I still felt guilty that I'd let Bellamy torture him. I couldn't imagine what he was feeling. Finn turned around, and for a second, I thought he was finally calming down. But then, he whirled around and started pummelling the Grounder with his fist.

'Where's Clarke?' he screamed. 'Where is she?'

Bellamy tried to grab him once more but Finn shoved him away and pulled his gun from the waistband of his pants, pointing it at Bellamy's face. I jumped to my feet and pulled Bellamy away, my hand clutching his shirt.

'Put down the gun, Finn,' Bellamy said, his tone calm.

'Please,' I added. 'We're not the enemy here.'

Finn, his eyes full of anger and madness, snarled and pointed the gun at the Grounder's head.

'Three seconds!' he yelled. 'Two! One.'

'Okay!' the Grounder yielded. 'I'll tell you. Your friends are east of here. The village where we take our prisoners of war.'

I sighed in relief. Finally, we were getting some answers. I just hoped the others were still alive, and unharmed.

'East where?' Finn asked. 'How do we get to them?'

'I can draw you a map but you should hurry, soon, they'll outlive their usefulness.'

'Get him something to draw a map,' Finn ordered.

Monroe grabbed paper and a pen from a nearby table and handed it to the Grounder, her face blank. Murphy smirked as he walked to Bellamy and me.

'You thought I was the crazy one, uh?' he whispered.

I scowled, but Murphy had already walked away. And I couldn't deny that his words had hit home. Something was deeply wrong with Finn. I understood he wanted to find our friends, and especially Clarke. But this was too much. Even Bellamy hadn't been this ruthless when Octavia's life had been in danger.

Once the Grounder finished the crude map, we studied it in silence. I'd never gone that far away from camp and the knowledge that we would be walking in there blind made me uneasy. But what choice did we have?

'Gather up your gear,' Bellamy ordered. 'We're leaving.'

'What about him?' Sterling asked, gesturing to the Grounder who was watching us intently.

'For now, we leave him. We'll deal with him when we're done.'

'What if he escapes?' Murphy protested. 'He knows exactly where we're going.'

'We're not killing him!'

'I'm not seeing another option here,' Murphy insisted. 'If we don't take care of this now, this is gonna blow back on us and you know that.'

I hated that what Murphy said made sense. But he wasn't wrong. I didn't think killing him was the right thing do to, but leaving him alone was just plain stupid.

'He's unarmed,' Bellamy said.

'He's a Grounder,' Murphy shot back.

He looked at Sterling and Monroe for support, but they both stayed silent.

'Really?' Murphy scoffed. 'Come on, tell him.'

'I don't know,' Monroe said.

'You don't know what? He's gonna tell his people everything. We're as good as dead. Our friends too.'

'Look, we're not doing this!' Bellamy snapped. 'End of discussion. If you want him, you gotta through me.'

'What exactly happened to you, uh? You're talking like you've never killed a Grounder before.'

'That was in battle. This would be an execution-'

Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot reverberated in the small room. I jumped, whirling around to see the Grounder falling from the chair, a hole on the side of his head. Finn was standing over him, his fuming fun still pointed at him. His face was blank, his eyes almost dead.

'Let's get moving,' he said with the calmest voice I'd ever heard.

He left the bunker, grabbing the map as he passed us. The others left, but I couldn't get my eyes off the Grounder. There was no more doubt now: something was deeply wrong with Finn and I knew that if we didn't resolve the problem soon, it would blow back in our faces.

And considering our luck, with terrifying consequences.