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I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to go up. Now that the semester is over I've been working full time, as well as being in full swing with my wedding plans (omgimgettingmarried!?). Although this is my longest chapter yet, so maybe that makes up for it a little bit?

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Chapter 7

"Are...are you alright?" Came the tentative voice off to her right.

Alex closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and forcing her emotions under control, shoving everything to the back of her mind where it could be dealt with later. Feeling more in control of herself, she rolled her shoulders before turning to Charlotte and giving her a small quirk of her lips. "Yeah...Yeah, I'll be fine." She told her gently, giving the small hand which was braced in her own a small squeeze.

After her not-so-pleasant encounter with both Nathan and Blake, her and Charlotte had moved away from the crowd of loud and rowdy teenagers and headed to a more secluded area, back to where they'd slept the night before.

Rubbing her hands over her weary eyes, she realized she was exhausted - both mentally and physically - and promptly threw herself down on the closest log with a huff. Running a hand through her loose hair, which had fallen out the braid it had been held back in, she scowled as her finger snagged on the tangles and leaves that had accumulated there during her mad dash back to the drop ship. Pushing the long, blonde strands away from her face, she pulled them back, quickly twisting her hair in a bun and securing it with the only hair tie she had.

I'll be fine.

Saying the words out loud had given her a small measure of reassurance. She would be fine. She'd experienced much worse. She'd deal with this the same way she dealt with everything else, in the best way she knew how: push it back into the depths of her mind, lock it away so she could deal with it in a better place, at a better time.

Right now there were more important matters to deal with.

The group needed supplies.

Food, water and shelter. If they didn't get organized, they weren't going to last very long.

Wouldn't that be pathetic. She mentally snorted in amusement. We made it all the way down to Earth, only to die because people were being too stupid to find food and water.

They also needed to figure out what the hell they were going to do about the fact that they weren't alone. There were people already living here. Surviving. They'd probably been watching the delinquent since they'd landed. The question was: were they friend or foe? And what did they want?

With a sigh, she knew she needed to get busy before her thoughts got carried away. Thinking about the other people here on Earth right now, wouldn't do anything to help their situation. At the moment, there was really nothing she could do to answer any of the questions she had. There were just some issues that she couldn't deal with, and there was nothing she could do about it.

But...there are things I can do to help.

With that thought in mind, she threw an arm out around the girl sitting next to her, pulling her close and giving her a comforting squeeze. "I'll be fine." She repeated once more, keeping her voice light as she gave a decisive nod of her head. "Know what we should do?" She asked the younger girl.

Charlotte sent her a curious look, before quietly shaking her head with a shrug.

"Well, I noticed a bunch of the others tearing up some of the parachute." Alex informed her, nodding back towards the way they'd come. "I figured we should probably grab some of our own and start making our own tent...What do you think?"

Charlotte glanced up at the blue sky overhead before looking back at Alex. "It would be nice to have somewhere to go when it rains again." She said simply in agreement.

Giving her one last squeeze, Alex pushed herself to her feet, clapping her hands together once, before giving the younger girl a small smile. "Alright. Sounds like a plan. We should probably grab Jemma too - who knows what kind of trouble that kid's been getting herself into." She mumbled to herself, and Charlotte gave a small smile in agreement. "Know where she wandered off to?"

Charlotte nodded. "Yeah. I think she was helping Harper."

"Okay, lets grab her and we'll figure out what we'll do." Alex replied.

Making their way back towards the dropship, Alex determinedly ignored the stares and whispers that followed them, fist clenching and unclenching continuously in her agitation, the movement hidden inside the sleeves of her jacket.

Why can't they just mind their own damn business?

She glared pointedly at a few who caught her gaze, until they looked uncomfortable and turned away. Wimps.

About to head up the ramp of the drop ship, she paused when a figure in the distance caught her attention.

What's he up to?

Brows furrowing, she watched Wells from a distance, wondering what he was doing out in the trees by himself. She hadn't seen him since this morning and had yet to tell him about the people she'd encountered down by the river. The more people who knew, the better. Even if they didn't believe her, they would know that there was the possibility of danger if they went out on their own.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte inquired, probably wondering why she'd stopped and peered around her to see where she was looking at.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing." Alex shook her head before glancing down at her. "Just thought of something. Hey, why don't we grab Wells first and then get Jemma - he would probably want to help with the tents."

Charlotte shifted slightly on her feet, staring out in the direction they could see Wells and for a second Alex thought the young girl looked nervous, her face blanching slightly. She licked her lips before glancing up at Alex, she gave a small, tight smile, "I think I'll go get Jemma, wouldn't it be faster that way?"

Frowning, Alex momentarily wondered what that had been about, but quickly shrugged it off. "Yeah, sure. If Jemma's with Harper, how about you stay with her and I'll come find you guys in a bit?"

Charlotte nodded her head sharply in reply before turning and scampering off in the direction Alex assumed the other girls were camping out. Alex watched as she glanced over her shoulder once, not to look back at her, but to look back towards Wells, her expression clearly troubled by something.

That's weird…

What a shrug, Alex turned and headed towards Wells, weaving through teenagers and trees before stepping past the tree line. As she came up next to him, she found him staring down at the ground in front of him, shoulders stiff, back slightly hunched; it was clear something was bothering him.

What's he staring at?

With a curious glance, she peered over his shoulder, and in one quick second, she realized exactly what the issue was.

Oh…

Swallowing thickly, she stared down at the bodies of the two boys that had died before they even landed. The only two who'd been sent down to Earth that would never experience the new world around them.

They could have been asleep if it weren't for the greyish pallor of their skin, or for the eerie and unnatural way their bodies held no movement whatsoever. Closed eyelids didn't flicker, chests were stone still.

They were motionless, frozen in death.

It made her stomach turn when she noticed one of the boys necks was bent at an unnatural angle, head turned almost grotesquely to the side, clearly the cause of his death.

Cringing slightly at the sight, guilt welled up inside her as she realized she had forgotten about them entirely, not having spared them a single thought from the moment they'd landed. And here was Wells, who had taken considerable effort and time to dragged each of them out of the dropship, away from everyone else, by himself, despite having a bad ankle.

"Hey…" she said softly to Wells, searching his face for any sign of emotion, but he was unreadable. Reaching out, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, but pulled back when he roughly shrugged her off. Biting the inside of her cheek she wondered what she could say to make it better. He was clearly upset about the two dead boys, although as far as she knew he hadn't known either of them before the crash.

After a moment of silence, he motioned angrily towards the bodies. "They should have been put to rest the moment we left the drop ship," he stated, eyes locked on the two figures lying before them. Jerking slightly, he began pacing in front of her, his movements rough and agitated. "And what's happened? Absolutely fucking nothing." He stopped abruptly, back facing her, shoulders tense. "Instead people are too busy wandering around, taking off their fucking wristbands, like it doesn't mean a thing that everyone on the Ark is relying on us."

She nodded slowly in agreement, biting her lip and wondering what she could say to make him feel better. There wasn't much she could say.

"Two of us are already dead," he continued, his shoulders sagging suddenly, as if all the energy had suddenly left him altogether. Rubbing his hands tiredly over his face, he turned to face her. "If we don't get our act together, these two aren't going to be the only ones dead." He motioned to the two bodies.

Licking her lips, she tentatively reached out once again, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and this time he didn't shrug her off.

"Would you...did you want to bury them?" She suggested softly, realizing that that is probably why he had dragged the two boys all the way out here on his own. It was a nice spot. A small clearing away from where everyone stayed and slept.

And there's definitely enough space for a few more...

She cringed away from the morbid thought as Wells nodded his head in agreement before reaching down to grab two long pieces of metal - debris from the drop ship - and handed one to her.

Both paused, staring sadly down at the two young boys before turning and digging the ends of the metal into the soft peat below them, beginning the long process of digging graves.

This is way harder than I thought…

Alex sighed, wiping away the sweat and dirt that seemed to have accumulated on her face while digging. Turning, she hoisted herself out of the decent sized hole that she'd been working on for the past few hours and promptly planted her butt on the soft moss, studying the grave she'd dug.

She wasn't exactly sure how deep a grave was supposed to be, but she figured the one she'd dug was at least a meter deep, and was definitely long and wide enough for one of the boys to fit into.

After a couple of minutes, Wells finished the other grave, and pulled himself out, his t-shirt sticking to his frame, thoroughly drenched in sweat. The two of them had discarded their jackets not long after beginning, the warm, humid air causing them to quickly break out in a sweat.

Taking a few steps towards her, Wells threw himself on the ground next to her with a huff, leaning back on his hands to rest.

"I'm definitely not used to this type of work." He moaned, nearly echoing her earlier thoughts while he rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the stiffness in his sore muscles.

She gave him a small smile, nothing but a quirk of her lips as she stared at the graves in front of them. "It's sad really. They were so close to Earth...so close to freedom," she said softly, leaning forwards to place her elbows on her knees. "But they didn't make it...all because they decided to do something stupid, just like all other teenage boys."

"Hey, teenage boy sitting right here!" Wells said, looking almost offended as he pointed at himself, but she could tell there was no heat behind his words.

She eyed him dubiously. "Well, as long as you aren't going around doing anything stupid anytime soon," she told him bluntly.

"I'll do my best to rein in my stupidity from now on," he reply was as equally dry.

She snorted softly, shaking her head before pushing herself to her feet and turning to Wells, holding out a hand to help him up. "Shall we get this over with?"

Nodding, he reached up and grasped her arm, and she had to lean back and use her entire body weight to help him up. Before she could even open her mouth to comment he quickly lifted a finger. "Not a word about my weight, thank you very much."

Mouth closing with a snap, she rolled her eyes. "Spoilsport."

Making their way over to the bodies, they stared down at them for a moment before Alex took a deep breath letting it out in a sigh.

"We should probably keep their stuff." She told him softly, "Who knows...we might need some of it sooner or later. No point in wasting good gear." Wells nodded in agreement as she stepped forward to begin to unzip the jacket of the boy closest to her, doing her best to avoid looking at the young boys face.

A shudder ran through her. This was hardly the first time she'd seen a dead body. No, she'd had close encounters with both the dead and the dying, she'd even been the cause. Eyes open or closed, there was a lifelessness about it all that unnerved her.

The wind picked up, ruffling the boys straight brown hair. The cut and shade was so familiar. Her eyes automatically wandered down his face. The familiar curve of his brow and the bridge of his nose forced her to pause in her inspection.

Body going cold, her hands froze, breath hitching in her chest as she stared at the suddenly familiar face in shock. Her mind couldn't process what she was seeing.

That's- that's not possible. How is he here? How did I not recognize him?

A dark stain appeared on his chest, then another. To her horror, blood welled and began to spread, the red staining the grey shirt he was wearing. Rapidly pressing her hands to the wounds, she tried to stop the flow, but the blood simply gushed through her fingertips.

He's not here! He can't be here!

But there was blood. So much blood.

No no no no. It's not possible.

"What wrong?" Wells concerned voice cut through her thoughts and she jumped at the sudden sound, throwing herself backwards and away from the body, landing sprawled on her back. Eyes snapping up to meet Wells concerned gaze, she realized that her breathing was coming in short, quick panicked gasps, her chest feeling tight and constricted.

Quickly bringing her hands up to her face, she stared at them, the horror fading away to shock. No blood. The red that had stained her hands, her fingertips, the edges of her nail bed; it was gone, there was no sign of it having been there at all. There was nothing on her hands except the dirt that had ingrained itself into her skin and under her nails.

"I- I...nothing. I'm...I'm good," she said hurriedly, not looking up to meet Wells worried gaze, and quickly pushing herself back onto her knees, reaching out with shaking hands to resume unzipping the dead boys clothing.

It's not him. She thought numbly.

The boys features were the unfamiliar ones from before.

A hand reached out and grasped her own, stopping its movement and stilling its shaking. Glancing up she met Wells gaze and instantly knew that he was onto the fact that something was clearly, definitely wrong. He stared at her, brows furrowed, clearly puzzled by her panic.

"How 'bout you let me do this?" He asked her gently instead of asking the question she knew was on the tip of his tongue. She let him gently pull her hand away from the body, and he continued what she'd been doing.

Nodding shakily, she knelt back on her feet and took a deep breath, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes.

I'm - I'm going crazy.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to reign in her emotions, knowing that right now was not the time to be freaking out.

After giving her one more concerned glance, Wells quickly stripped down the other body, leaving him in nothing but his underwear, and depositing the clothing in a nearby pile with the rest of the clothes. After tugging off his boots, he turned to her and they shared a nod before they each grabbed his arms and legs, hoisting him into the nearest grave.

Moving the second body into its own grave, they quickly proceeded to re-shovel the soil back into the graves, wanting to process to be over with as quickly as possible and soon the only sign of the two bodies resting there were two mounds of dirt.

Staring down at the graves, Wells took a deep breath next to her. "May we meet again," he said solemnly, and Alex echoed the words quietly, hands grasping her elbows tightly, trying to not think about the familiar face she'd seen - imagined? - on the body.

It hadn't been him. It wasn't him. This boy had died on the drop ship, had died due to his own stupidity. The face, the blood, the injury; they were just memories, hallucinations, or something from years ago.

Shaking her head, she forced the dark thoughts out of her head. She couldn't afford to think about him right now; she still needed to tell Wells about the people she'd seen by the river.

"C'mon," she said, nodding her head back the way they'd come as she slipped on her jacket. Once on, she hastily stuffed her tightly clenched fists into her pockets, trying to ignore the way they trembled. "Let's...Let's head back." She mumbled to him, worrying her lip before continuing "I told Charlotte and Jemma that I would help them build shelter a while ago. They're probably wondering where the hell I went..." She kept her gaze down, away from his searching eyes.

Please don't ask. Please don't ask.

Wells nodded slowly, leaning down to pick up one of the bundles of clothes off the floor and passed it over to her. Shoving the items under one arm she took one of the pairs of boots and quickly tied the laces together before slinging them over her shoulders. Glancing up at Wells, she met his worried gaze, and instantly knew he was going to say something about her momentary panic attack and shifted on her feet nervously.

Say something!

"I saw people down by the river." Alex blurted out before she could stop herself. Rubbing her hands together she saw Wells give her a 'So what' look, clearly not seeing her point. Opening her mouth to answer, she hesitated, wondering how he would react to the information. None of the others seemed to believe me…

You say you saw them, but did you really? A nasty voice whispered in the back of her mind. Are you sure that is what you saw? After all, you just 'saw' Liam's face on that dead boy. And you know he isn't here.

"They...they weren't part of our group, Wells," she told him slowly, cautiously.

There was a beat of silence, and she cringed slightly, waiting for his answer.

"Not part of our group?" Wells asked her dubiously, like he couldn't understand the meaning of the statement and Alex felt a flash of irritation shoot through her. He wore the same expression Blake, Nathan and all the others wore when they'd called her a liar. Was it really so difficult to understand?

Or maybe you didn't see anything at all...maybe you're hallucinating...going crazy...seeing people who aren't really there...

She tried to hold back a shudder at the thought. No! She had to believe in what she saw. They'd been there. They were real.

"Yes, not part of our group." She snapped back before gritting her teeth. Seeing his surprised look at way she'd snapped back at him, she sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping. I've just already had this arguement with Blake and the others. Please don't make me do it again. Can't you just believe me when I say that I saw two people down by the river, that weren't our own?"

Wells looked perplexed as he frowned at her. "How can you be sure they weren't one of us?"

"Well for starters one of them was an old woman." Alex shot back, glaring up at him. "I really don't think the Ark sent down an old lady with us!"

Wells gave her a smirk, shaking his head, clearly thinking she was joking, but his smirk dropped when her expression didn't change. "Wait - you're serious?" He said, staring at her incredulously.

"Don't you think we'd have noticed if there had been an old woman with us? Besides there hasn't been a delinquent that old in a really long time," she stated raising an eyebrow, staring back at him intently.

His shoulders sagged slowly. "Of course, you're being serious," he stated, before realization slowly dawned and he sank back against the tree behind him, staring numbly at the plant littered ground.

"There're survivors?" He mumbled to himself. "But how…" His mind was racing to try and put the pieces together, to digest this new information. After a minute, he pushed himself up, catching her eye. "Alex, don't you understand what this means?" His voice rising in pitch as he stepped towards her, grasping her elbows and giving her an excited shake.

"It means there are people here?" She asked drily.

"Well, yeah," he replied, not losing his enthusiasm. "It also means that we can survive down here." He let her go and began to pace. "Maybe we could get in contact with them. They could teach us how to survive, maybe how to hunt and scavenge." He mumbled, now talking to himself, rubbing a hand over his chin in contemplation.

A flash of the male grounders glare, bow clenched tightly in hand flashed across her mind. "We can't get ahead of ourselves here, Wells," she told him hesitantly.

Although the prospect of not having to worry about dying of radiation poisoning was pretty exciting, she still didn't know what to make of the other group of people. While the older woman had looked friendly enough, the male grounder certainly didn't. He was younger, stronger and clearly ready for battle. "Friendly or not, we don't really know their motives," she said. It was the only thing she could think of to bring him down without causing him worry. She liked his enthusiasm.

It was far better than him calling her a liar.

"But we're going to have to be smart about things." She hummed thoughtfully. "If we do come across them again, maybe we can try to communicate? But for now, I guess we're on somewhat equal ground: we know they're here and they know we're here."

Wells seemed to contemplate what she said before nodding. "That's true. They're probably wary of us too. I mean, we did technically fall from the sky. What if they think we're gods?" Wells sounded both fascinated and oddly proud at the prospect.

Alex gave him an incredulous look, then laughed. "Well, hopefully they think we're more mortal - like Icarus. I would suck if they tried to test out 'immortality," she teased.

Wells laughed, nodding his head. "Yeah, good point." He tilted his head to one side, clearly still fantasizing about the idea.

After a moment, she glanced at Wells. "Either way, we should keep an eye out. Come on, let's head back."

With one last glance at the graves, she turned and headed back towards the drop ship, Wells at her heels.

The area around the dropship was alive with movement. Quickly ducking out of the way of some running teenagers, Alex frowned as she caught sight of a couple, lips locked tightly together, completely oblivious to the world around them. While displays of affection hardly bothered her - although they could have picked a better time and place - she would be mortified if she were caught exposing her affection for anyone so openly.

Catching Wells gaze with her own, they both rolled their eyes in exasperation before continuing the trudge up the hill. Apparently, the rest of the delinquents weren't too worried about finding food or making shelter.

When a group of boys who'd been roughhousing in the dirt suddenly raced towards them, they both had to dance out of the way to avoid getting run over.

"So annoying." She grumbled to herself, and Wells snorted in agreement next to her as they arrived at the ramp. Before they could head up, a dark haired boy stepped in their way, stopping them from going up. Although she didn't know him well, she remember him as Atom, a boy a year below her in classes.

Alex tried to step around him, but he put out his arm, blocking her path and glancing between her and Wells with a cocky smirk.

"Not so fast, Evans." Atom spoke down at her, tilting his head curiously as he eyed the bundles in their arms. "I want to know where you guys got all goodies."

Not in the mood to deal with idiotic teenage boys, Alex gritted her teeth. "Look, it's none of your fucking business. Get out of my way." Stepping up to go around him, she was momentarily startled when his hand closed tightly around her upper arm and yanked her back, nearly pulling her off her feet. Stumbling back, she managed to catch herself before she could fall and her shock rapidly morphed into anger. With a snarl she whirled around to glare up at him, fist clenched tightly at her side.

Before she could deck Atom in the face, Wells quickly stepped up, forcing his way between the two of them, with a placating gesture, forcing Atoms hand off her arm. "Whoa, okay. Let her go man. We got the clothes from the two boys who died on the way down."

A flash of sympathy crossed Atom's face, and Alex could tell it was anything but sincere. "Oh yeah. It's pretty terrible that they didn't make it." He shrugged like he didn't care at all that they hadn't made it. "Since they won't be needing their stuff anymore, I could take it off your hands. There's always a market for..." As he trailed off his hand snaked out and tried to grasp the boots Wells was holding onto, nearly pulling them out of Wells hands before Wells shook him off.

"Hey! Back off," Alex snapped at him, shoving Atom away from Wells. "This stuff can go to the people who need it." She glared up at him.

"Oh really? And who is going to decide who needs it? The two of you?" Came a sarcastic drawl from behind them, and Alex cringed at the sound, eyes sliding closed in exasperation. Right now, he was one of the last people she wanted to deal with. Except for Miller; he took the number one spot for people she didn't want to have at the moment.

Squaring her shoulders, she took a deep breath and Alex turned around to answer the older guy, but whatever she'd gone to say died in her throat.

Standing in front of her was a very shirtless Bellamy Blake. And coming up next to him was a equally half naked girl, her chest barely covered by the thin strip of fabric she was wearing, long straight black hair hanging freely around her shoulders. Her hips swayed deliberately from side to side as she walked up behind Blake. Alex had seen her a few times in passing, but had no idea who she was.

It was clear they'd been having some "fun" in the dropship from the way the girl draped herself around Blake, hand touching and caressing, the girl darting up to capture his lips with her own for a brief kiss.

Trying to ignore the blatant display of lust, Alex swallowed, eyes trying to look anywhere for a distraction away from the two, but her sight trailed over his toned chest, down his well defined abs, and lower still. Despite her dislike of the guy, she could definitely appreciate that he was good looking.

"See something you like, Evans?" Blake baited and her gaze snapped up to meet his own. At being so blatantly called out on her staring, she felt her body heat up in embarrassment, to the point that she was pretty sure she was bright red from head to toe. She tried to ignore the unimpressed look Wells shot her way.

The unnamed girl slid one hand along Blake's naked shoulders and the other trailed fingers across his chest, leaning in to rest her head on his shoulder. Dark eyes turned to Alex and slowly trailed over her body, studying her. Seemingly pleased by what she saw, a small smirk crossed her face and she turned to Blake.

"Maybe next time she can join us," she whispered seductively in his ear and Blake gave her a surprised stare before his eyes met Alex's once more and one of his brows rose questioningly

"What do you think? Want to join us for some fun? There's always room for one more." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Alex let out a disbelieving snort of laughter, and shook her head. "Thanks, but no thanks. There are plenty of other people here I'd rather sleep with other than you."

For a moment, she thought she saw a brief flicker of some expression cross his face, but it was gone before she could discern what it was.

The other girl pouted before leaning up to snatch Blake's lips in a brief make out session before turning and sauntering down the ramp towards Alex. As she walked by, she flicked her long hair over her shoulder and leaned in close to her.

"Well, if you ever change your mind…" She trailed off suggestively, and with a flirty wink she sauntered away.

Alex stared after the girl, feeling vaguely shocked.

She's...She's hitting on me?

"Hey!" Wells surprised shout came from next to her and Alex was startled out of her stupor, whirling around to find him empty handed, Atom having snatched the items out of his hands while he was distracted. Wells launched himself forwards to try and wrestle them back, but the other buy was clearly faster on his feet and quickly ducked out of reach.

"You want it back?" Atom laughed, stepping backwards with a mocking laugh, beckoning Wells forward with a hand. "Come on, come on Chancellor! Take it if you can!" Then quickly dodged out of the way when Wells leapt forward once more.

Blake stepped forward warningly, apparently seeing the arising conflict that was going to potentially turn into full blown brawl. "Atom..." he said warningly.

"We only use things based on need!" Wells snarled, fists clenched tightly at his sides, completely ignoring Blake. Alex stepped forward, placing a calming hand on his arm.

"Well, in my personal opinion," Atom tapped cheek thoughtfully, his entire countenance mocking. "they need it!" With that he turned around and launched all the items he was holding into the nearby crowd of teenage boys, who all quickly scrambled to pick up what they could, hooting and hollering as wrestled for the boots and clothes.

Alex instinctively tightened her hold on the bundle of clothes in her arms, a scowl crossing her face.

In his anger, Wells whirled around and stormed up to Blake. "Is this want you want?" He demanded, indicating the brawl with a wave of his hand. "Complete chaos? You have no control over anything that's happening here!"

The smirk that grew on Blake's face indicated his pleasure at causing Wells so much distress. Stepping forward, he was nearly nose to nose with Wells, staring him down. "What's wrong with a little chaos?"

At his casual yet dismissive comment of the issue, her temper flared, whirling and smoldering in her chest.

"You-you ass!" She stormed right up to him with a snarl, slamming her bundle of clothes into his stomach, and he hunched over with an 'oomph!' "You think this is some kind of game?" She demanded, staring up at him, almost treading on his toes. "If we don't get organized and get our shit together, we're all. going. to die."

Bellamy rolled his eyes, smirking down at her. "Well, Evans. What I think is that you need to let loose every once in awhile." He leaned down towards her until their faces were only inches apart. Alex gritted her teeth, but refused to let him intimidate her. She also had to make a conscious effort to not think too much about the fact that he was so close and still so shirtless. He looked amused at her defiance. Leaning down further, his lips brushed the side of her ear. "You know, let a little chaos into your life. You never know...you might like it." He whispered suggestively, breath ghosting over the skin of her neck.

She subconsciously swallowed as goosebumps rippled across her skin. "No, thanks Blake. I'm not interested in your kind of chaos."

He hummed, "Are you sure? Come on Evans, what are you so afraid of? What makes you think I'm not in control?"

A shrill scream pierced the air, the panicked high pitched sound making everyone to freeze. Blake's head snapped up at the sound, focusing on the area it had come from, a harsh frown crossing his face.

What the hell was that?

Startled, Alex moved away from Blake and turned towards the sound, wondering where exactly it had come from.

"Help me! Someone! Please!" Came a second desperate cry, and Alex instinctively raced towards the plea, feeling Blake, Wells and a few other following at her heels.

Coming around a tree, she froze at the sight in front of her, stomach dropping down somewhere below her feet. She heard Blake, Wells and the rest of the crowd stop just behind her as they caught saw what was going on.

Murphy was standing behind a trembling, sobbing girl, holding her arms tightly behind her back with one hand, the other braced against the back of her head, keeping her face only inches away from the flickering flames of the fire.

As Murphy looked fairly gleeful at the attention his actions were getting him, and when his eyes landed on Blake, a delighted but sinister smirk crossed his features.

"Ah, Blake!" He called in greeting, hold never changing on the pleading and sobbing girl in his arms. "I just had a great idea! So, we want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right?" He said, almost conversationally. "Well, I think it would be a bit more believable if we're suffering a bit first. Don't you agree?"

Staring in disbelief, her eyes didn't move from the scene in front of her, as she turned her head towards Blake.

"Still feeling in control?"

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