"You want to be next?" Bellamy shouted at Octavia as he began to walk towards her. As Octavia ignored him staring me down till I slowly made my way towards her.
"That grounder save our lives." Finn said from behind me once I was between Bellamy and Octavia.
"He's right Bell, Lincoln saved this camp, Octavia, Clarke, Finn… and myself enough times for him to count as a member of the camp."
"Don't you start too…" he said looking at me intently.
"Bellamy, I'm not starting anything… but we have to look at keeping this entire camp safe… not just us."
"Look I agree with Octavia. For all we know there's one scout out there." Finn began to explain to us, "One scout with insanely good aim." Jasper spat out.
"Still we can't stay here." I attempted to reason, "This is just a ground for a slaughter… all of us in one place no where to go… them able to attack us from all angles… using the tress… we're boxed in." I continued.
"She's right." Octavia explained.
"I don't want to be right I mean option one; stay in the camp, and option two; leave the camp could both mean certain death however option c; magically teleport to safety just isn't logical or even possible." I continued as Bellamy smirked trying not to chuckle at my response.
I kept my eyes focused on the trees around the camp, looking for any sign of grounder scouts watching the camp. Or signs that grounders where even watching us. "Clarke, we can still do this." I heard Octavia say as I moved my eyes so they where on Clarke.
She stood there watching Octavia, than turning to Finn, than back towards Bellamy. They had literally shifted the entire fate of the camp onto Clarkes shoulders. Yes she was a leader but if she made the wrong choice it could either result in complete casualties or few. Even if we lost eight people on the way to the ocean clan people would still crucify her saying 'if we stayed they'd be alive.'
If she chose to stay here an only eight of us lived they'd probably still say, 'If we left we'd all still be alive.' Clarke was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. No decision she would make was going to please everyone, and no matter what she picked people where bound to die. The only way to ensure one hundred percent of us staying alive was staying inside the drop ship and maybe setting mines all around it or something.
Clarke's eyes then landed on me, searching my own eyes for help, back up, anything. Even though she knew as much as I wanted to help her. I couldn't no one would listen to me or take my advice they already ignored everything I said. Unless it was completely related to some sort of medicine or wound I helped them with.
"Looking to you, Princess. What's it gonna be?" Bellamy asked her slinging his gun over his shoulder.
"No matter what you decide Clarke… I'm with you one hundred percent." I told her giving her a reassuring smile.
"Run and get picked off out in the open, or stand and fight back?" Bellamy asked her as he wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.
"Either way Clarke… the whole camp is on your side." I told her again. Seemed I was the only person willing enough to attempt boosting her confidence in this matter.
Clarke turned around looking back out into the forest we'd all just run back into, giving me a chance to look up at Bellamy whom was already looking down at me. He kissed me lightly on my forehead before whispering softly into my ear that no matter the choice Clarke was about to make he wasn't leaving my side again.
Clarke soon turned back around facing the entire camp, jumping down so that she was standing on the same ground as everyone else in the camp. She looked around at everyone that was now huddled close together waiting; listening for what Clarke was about to tell them all.
"Clarke." Finn quickly said grabbing hold of her arm. "If we're still here when Tristan gets here—" He began to say as Clarke cut him off. "Lincoln said "Scouts." More than one."
"He said, 'Get home before the scouts arrive.' Finn, they're already here. Looks like you've got your fight." Clarke huffed at Bellamy looking more than unimpressed that she was giving into the fact that he wanted to start an all out war against people who where clearly more equipped for this that we were.
"Ok, then." Bellamy sighed as we moved apart from each other slightly. "This is what we've been preparing for." He called out to the camp as I picked up Drew's gun off the ground.
"Kill them before they kill us. Gunners, to your posts use the tunnels to get in and out. From now on, the gate stays closed." Bellamy had continued shouting as everyone in the camp began to run in every which direction heading to their supposed posts and into the tunnels to head to the fox holes outside the walls.
I looked over at Finn who looked more than unimpressed by the entire situation, running his hands through his hair, rolling his eyes. He wanted us to leave the camp and try to make it towards the Ocean. While I did agree that is what we should be doing I wasn't about to leave Bellamy. If this was the night I would die, I was going to die with him not alone on a trek to the ocean with Finn.
Octavia began to walk towards one of the tunnels that lead to one of the foxholes as Bellamy attempted to stop her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not a gunner." He attempted to tell her as she shook out of his grip before looking at me. I knew exactly what she was about to say to him, I knew exactly how upset she was about the names everyone in camp had been calling her since they found out she was seeing Lincoln.
"No, I'm not." She sassed. "Like you said Bell… I'm a grounder." She than took off running towards one of the tunnel entrances as Bellamy turned towards me shaking his head.
"I shouldn't have let her go." He told me.
"No, probably not but what can you do Bellamy? There is only so much you can protect her and direct her life. I love Octavia but she does need to make choices on her own and needs to grow up on her own… she's not your baby sister anymore Bell… she's a woman. As much as it sucks… you need to let her be a woman Bell… otherwise if we survive tonight she's just going to keep resenting you." I told him before lifting the gun so that I was holding it properly.
"Where are you going?" He asked me, "Out post… wherever you go… I go." I told him as he moved closer to me pulling my forehead to his lips.
"I wish we had more time together…" he said against my skin.
"Tonight isn't the end Bell… it can't be." I told him as he smiled softly at me. "Fine but stay with me till I head to it than." He said as I nodded.
"All right, let's get to those foxholes." He turned around and shouted out at everyone still in the camp.
"So, how the hell do we do this?" Clarke asked as she walked up to Bellamy and I as the three of us than headed into the drop ship.
"We've got twenty-five rifles with twenty rounds each, give or take. Roughly five hundred rounds of ammo." He told her staring down at the lay out of the camp he had sitting in front of him. "While you three where gone, we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined."
"Partially mined. Thanks to Murphy." Raven said.
"It's a miracle we didn't set one off getting back to the camp." I said looking at Bellamy.
"Well we hadn't gotten around to mining that part of the camp yet we sort of ran out of gun powder." Raven explained. "Makes sense." I sighed.
"Still, it's the main route in." Bellamy told us. "If the grounders use it, we'll know. She also built grenades—" He tried saying before Clarke cut him off.
"That's not many." She said looking displeased with the small amount of grenades in front of her.
"Again, thank you Murphy." Raven spat from beside Clarke.
"We'll make them count. If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back." Bellamy continued to explain as both Clarke and I exchanged looks of disbelief.
That worked out so well for us last time when we used the bomb to blow up the bridge. That just ended up in them retaliating by kidnapping Clarke, Finn and I. Possibly even Monty since no one has seen him since the night we all went missing. The guns and grenades would hold them back, until we ran out.
"And then?" Clarke asked looking away from me and towards Bellamy.
"Then we close the door and pray." Raven said causing us all to turn and look at her.
"And pray what?" Clarke asked her as I felt Bellamy take my hand in his. "That the ship keeps them out? Because it won't." Clarke continued.
"Then let's not let them get through the gate." Bellamy told her as he looked back down at the mini map he had on the table before him.
"All foxholes, listen up." Bellamy said into the walkie-talkie. "Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties, as many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make them turn back. That's the plan." He said before letting go of the talk button.
"That's always your plan, just like the bomb at the bridge." Finn began to say as my head shot up and turned to him. "Can we not start this up again?" I asked softly.
"Rayne, you know I'm right." Finn said taking a deep breath.
"Well what else can we do?" I asked him before turning my attention back to Bellamy who smirked looking at Finn.
"Damn right. You got a better idea?" Bellamy asked him,
"It can't be that simple." Clarke said softly before turning around facing Raven. "You said there's fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build a hundred bombs."
"I also said we've got not gunpowder left." Raven told her holding the wound on her stomach.
"I don't want to build a bomb." Clarke told her before turning her attention to me, hoping I was thinking the exact same thing as her. I looked down at the small map in front of us, thinking about all the possible things Clarke could possibly be conjuring up in that head of hers.
Rocket fuel without gunpowder, the only think I could think of was lifting the drop ship off the ground. That was impossible though we had no way of controlling it. Unless she meant just having the drop ship simulate lift off without actually lifting off.
I looked up at Clarke confused, not having a real clue as to what it was she was talking about. "I want to blast off." She said her eyes still steady on mine. That was what she meant, simulating lift off without actually blasting off.
"That's ingenious." I said slowly looking at Clarke than to Raven "Is it possible?" I asked.
"Draw them in close. Fire the rockets. A ring of fire." Raven said slowly losing her breath.
"Barbecued grounders. I like it." Bellamy said stifling a chuckle.
"Perfect idea as long as none of our people are anywhere near the outside when we do it." I commented as everyone in the small group nodded.
"Yea, will it work?" Finn joined in.
"The wiring's a mess down there, but yea. You give me enough time, I'll cook them real good." Raven told us with a soft yet sinister grin on her lips causing us all to smile in unison at the idea.
Kane's Point of View
"Here's how we bring the Ark to the ground." Sinclair explained to us as he turned on the one screen.
"Stage one: separation from Go- Sci." He said as the screen began to show exactly what it was he was telling us as I stood there watching the screen with the upmost fear that this was never going to work.
"A series of explosions sever the ring that we're now standing in from the rest of the Ark." He continued as I looked back at Abby who stood there staring at the screens just like I was tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
She knew as well as I did that if where weren't in the right part of the Ark we were not making it to the ground. We would die before we even entered the atmosphere. She knew as well as me, that this could result in neither of us seeing our daughters again.
"Now, once we have separation, all port thrusters will fire and our orbit will begin to degrade." He continued to explain as I looked back towards the screen chewing on my bottom lip all the while.
"Stage two: Reentry." He said again as he began to punch in a bunch of letters on the keyboard in front of him. "Reentry will be violent and it will be very, very hot. Friction will break the Ark back into its original stations." He told us as I took a deep breath.
"Some of the stations-." I started to say before looking to Sinclair as he nodded to me. "And we can't predict which will explode." I told the station leaders as they all looked around at each other.
Everyone around began to mumble and chat to each other about what I had just told them, "and some of us will be on those stations." I finished saying as people began to gasp in awe as to what I was telling them.
"Which brings us to stage three, Landing." Sinclair began to continue.
"All starboard thrusters on the surviving stations will fire. Acting as landing rockets, they will slow the impact even further." He told everyone.
"Now, our target speed for impact with the ground is seventy miles per hour. In all my simulations, anything above that is not survivable." He concluded as the indistinct chatter began to rise up again.
"No one said that this would be easy, Ladies and gentlemen." Jaha began to say as he turned around to face the people in the room. "Just that if we don't try it… we all die."
I watched the room hearing Abby take a deep breath my eyes darting towards her as I noticed she was staring at the trajectory of the landing on the screen. "So, how close are we gonna land to the kids?" She asked.
"As close as we can." Jaha answered without really telling her any real answer.