Picking up some more would, I walked back into camp, in time to see Murphy and one of his blind supporters, around Wells, whom had just dropped off a pile of wood, where we were accumulating more, Wells had pushed past Murphy, walking up to me. I raised a brow questioning what happened. Assuming they had threatened him.

"They left me a note on the drop ship, 'first son, first to die'" he informed me, with a faint chuckle, "They spelled 'die' wrong though. They slept it, d-y-e, like to dye something another color" walking past me he added in, "I'm going to get some more wood, then we can get those two kids bodies."

I walked closer to the pile, in time to hear Bellamy, point out the obvious, "If you're going to kill someone, it's best not to announce it."

He stopped going on, seeing I was close by, I saw the note on the drop ship, smirking at the spelling, "Might seem more threatening if you spell things correctly also" I then tossed my arm full of wood, onto the pile.

Murphy then chuckled, "You're not really a member of the guard, are you?" He questioned, Bellamy, ignoring my comment. I stood there as Bellamy walked closer, not wanting to be heard. He looked to me, as if giving me the que to leave.

I chuckled lightly, "I've already figured out you're not apart of the guard, you kind of let that slip back before I opened the doors. So go on explain" I went on, "No worries, I'm not apart of the guard either, lost those chances now haven't I?" I then walked past through them, knocking against Bellamy, intentionally.

I walked slowly, so I could listen to the conversation, figuring it would involve us, Clarke, Wells and I. shortly Bellamy replied to Murphy, "No, but the real guard will be down here soon, unless we stop it." I raised a brow curious about where he was going with this, "You don't actually think they're going to forgive your crimes?" Murphy didn't get the chance to respond as Bellamy went on, "Even if they do, then what? Guys like us, we're gonna become model citizens now, get jobs, if we're lucky, maybe pick up their trash?"

"You got a point" I assume it was the guy next to Murphy that asked.

Bellamy responded, "No. I got a question. They locked you up, dumped you down here, like lab rats to die." I then realized where he was going with it, caressing the wristband on my arm, I picked up speed, I needed to cover Wells back, keep him busy, out of the way of the warpath that Bellamy was going to cause, with the aid of Murphy.

Through the day I had managed to keep Wells busy. Mentally, thinking over Bellamy, I had no information on him, like I did the rest of the group. He wasn't a guard, but who was he? Why would he care if the guard came down, why just focus on them? Our doctors, farmers were also going to come down. Did he do something? Something terrible that if the guard came down, he would be arrested? Something so terrible that he'd rather let the Ark think people are dying down here? What did he do?

It was night Wells and I had managed to make some tools, with debree from the drop ship and the larger sticks we found. When hearing some screaming or joy, it peaked curiosity. He walked out of the ship, or he limped out of the ship. While I walked past him, we saw the group of teens surrounding a fire.

I lead the way through the group, then I saw it. My hunches were correct, they were taking the bracelets off.

"Who's next?" Bellamy questioned loudly.

Wells then demanded, "What the hell are you doing?"

Bellamy had stopped someone from walking towards Wells, while I stood next to my friend. "We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?"

"Like a bunch of morons, being stupid. " I responded,

Wells, being who he was said it in a nicer way, "It looks like you're trying to get us killed" He went on, "the communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off and the Ark will think we're dying. That it's not safe for them to follow."

"That's the point Chancellor" Bellamy responded, obviously not caring, "We can take care of ourselves, can't we?" Causing a ripple of yells from the group.

I shook my head, speaking before Wells could, I walked forward closer to Bellamy, "you idiot, you're killing us and the people on the Ark, take off those bands and we're one our own, with no aid." I said, going on in a whisper so he could hear me, "But lets be honest, you don't give a damn about freeing us, you're down here for something. Tell me what did you do up there, that's so terrible that you don't want our farmers, or doctors, people we need. What did you do?" I whispered a harsh tone. Earning a glare of anger and shock from him, this reaction gave me the indication, that I was correct, "That's what I thought."

Then Wells spoke again, louder, while I was getting the stink eye from the fake guard in front of me, "Those aren't just our friends, or our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers." This caused Bellamy to seem anxious, he looked away from me, observing the crowd as Wells went on, "I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own." He paused, before going on with his speech, "Besides, if it's safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down here?"

Bellamy then responded with a gruff tone, "My people are already down here." He motioned to the crowd then pointed upwards as he went on, "Those people, locked my people up. " He then took a step forward, forcing me to back up, I wasn't going to let him get behind me. He went on, ignoring me, "Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that. "

Then Wells replied, stupidly, "My father didn't write the laws."

"No. He enforced them. But not anymore. Not here": Bellamy paused for dramatic effect, "Here, there are no laws." Gaining some agreement from the crowd, as he went on, raising his voice, railling up the crowd, "Here, we do whatever the hell we want. Whenever the hell we want. Now, you don't have to like it, Wells" He then looked down to me, "Or you Jonah. You both can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why?" He looked back up over my head to Wells, "whatever the hell we want."

"Morons" I whispered.

Before I could add more, Murphy yelled repeating Bellamy, "Whatever the hell we want!" causing the rest of the crowd to chant it. A few moments later, some loud noise came from the sky and water started falling from the ground, it was raining.

Everyone got excited over it, once they realized what it was, "Hopefully, this doesn't turn terrible" I whispered, hoping, praying it didn't. At least not until Clarke and Octavia came back and we had more shelter, than just having to depend on the drop ship.

Wells then said loudly, being heard over the rain, "We need to collect this." He was right we should, it'd be all we had till we found a water source nearby.

Bellamy then repeated himself in a monotone, "Whatever the hell you want. "

With that I grabbed Wells's wrist leading him back to the drop ship, "lets use the seat belts, the webbing on it might be able to gather the water, at least we can suck the water out of the seat belts then later on" I suggested walking onto the drop ship, then letting him go. Turing away from him, I proceeded to take off my jacket and the first shirt, leaving on the pajama like shirt that I had underneath, "that or use your clothes" I ordered, putting my jacket back on, walking outside, placing the shirt I had taken off on the drop ship door, letting the rain and small puddle under it seep into the shirt.

"You're right" Wells spoke up joining me with a few seat belts.

I chuckled, "of course I am, when am I not wrong, don't answer that."

He had sat down by me laying the seat belts on the door next to my shirt, "They won't listen to us, not even if we'd come up with a way to make food"

"Well, what did you think was going to happen?" I questioned, looking over at the dying fire, seeing Bellamy, talking with Murphy and his group, looking in our direction, "for the night we will sleep over away from the group alright, I'll take first watch." I whispered, already figuring we, or well he would be targeted.

"Why not on the ship?" Wells question, understanding why I'd be staying close.

I looked back at him, "if someone came for us in here, they'd block our only way out, over near those trees, there is space, so we can make a break if they come at us. Plus, I prefer not to sleep where there are currently two dead kids aboard.

With out argument he agreed. Eventually he had fallen asleep, as did the majority of the group. I sat on a trunk, that had a tree behind it, acting like a back rest, as well as extra protection, so if someone came up from behind, there would be a tree between us. I made sure to half my black knife in my hand unshealted, using it just to scratch the trunk between my legs. I was across from Wells, keeping an eye on him, also the others. Letting out another yawn, figuring it'd have been long enough, I picked up a stick and threw it at Wells, causing him to jolt up right, in alert, then look to me.

"Your up, your watch now" I said loud enough for him to hear me. He gave a nod, sitting up right. While I got comfortable in my tree seat, my jacket being on backwards so the zipper was on the back, my hands sitting on my stomach, with the knife in hand, then I went to sleep.