We're not alone, we're not alone, we're not alone. These three words kept repeating themselves over and over in my head like a mantra. We kept looking around at the trees surrounding us. There was nowhere for us to hide. Whoever was out there could just move to where the rock couldn't hide us and then shoot us again.

We were completely surrounded, completely vulnerable. We're not alone.

"We've got to get out of here," Clarke hissed, head whipping back and forth as she watched the trees with uncertainty.

"We've got to make a run for it," Finn agreed. I felt my throat seizing. We're not alone.

"Monty, Alex, come on!" I heard someone yell. I snapped to attention, the mantra still playing like a scratchy record in my head. Monty was looking at Jasper, tears threatening to spill.

I grabbed his hand and began to run, following the other members of our group. I also felt the tears but unlike Monty, I had let them flow. I sniffed, trying to keep up with Clarke and Finn.

Ahead, I saw Finn trip over something and we slowed next to them. We're not alone.

On the ground I saw bones, human bones. There were skulls and ribs and arms and I could barely concentrate. I wanted to hurl. I gagged, watching as Finn picked up a skull. It was shaped oddly, with a big brow bone. I supposed the radiation had done it.

"We're not alone," I voiced the obvious. I heard crows squawking in the trees.

Monty shifted his hand in my grip and I let go, unaware that I had been holding it so tight. I watched as the skin went white to red, the blood returning to where I had been gripping it. "Sorry," I muttered.

"We are so screwed," Octavia said. I hadn't seen her running. I was glad she was okay.

My breathing became laboured again as I looked at the skull. I remembered how Jasper helped me with my breathing back on the drop ship and it made a new wave of sadness wash over me. It seemed like so long ago when in reality it was only yesterday and Jasper was dead. Dead.

Just as I thought this, we heard a loud blood-curdling scream. Finn dropped the skull and looked up.

"Jasper, he's alive!" I yelled, taking off into the trees, Monty hot on my heels.

"Alex! Alex, wait!" I heard someone yelling but I pretended not to hear them. If Jasper was alive, then I wasn't going to stand idly by.

Someone gripped my arm and stopped my from running into the open.

"Not out there! Stay in the trees!" I heard Finn say. He was behind me. I looked for Jasper, trying to see where he was and how I could get to him.

"Where is he?" I asked, panic welling in my gut.

"No, Jasper. Where are you?" Monty hissed in my ear.

"They took him," Clarke said, breathless. Again, I heard the three words in my mind, clear as day. We're not alone.

"We need to get help. We need to help Jasper, we need to find him," I seethed, standing up and looking at Clarke.

"Which way to the drop ship?"

"This way," she said, pointing behind her. I nodded, striding forward and all but running in the direction she told me.

"We're coming Jasper, I promise," I whispered.

~~~~

Due to my insistence of not stopping unless was an emergency, it did not take nearly as long to walk back than it did to get to Mount Weather.

Clarke continually promised me that we'd find him but I couldn't help but feel unsure.

Once we were nearing the drop ship, we could hear yelling. Clarke and I looked at each other worriedly before taking off, leaving the others to follow at their own pace.

The yelling got louder as we got closer and I could feel the worry seep into my skin. What was going on?

What we saw when we crashed into the clearing was not exactly surprising. Wells and Murphy were both holding knives, arms up and ready to go at it. I looked to Bellamy, who seemed content on not doing anything. I shook my head.

Clarke barged past me and towards the two boys.

"Stop! Wells, let him go," Clarke hissed, moving to stand in front of him. I turned and saw Monty struggling to get Octavia down the hill so I walked forward and took her off his hands. He smiled gratefully.

"Murphy, thats enough!" I heard Bellamy's strong, deep voice command. I assumed that Wells had let him go and he had tried to attack him again.

"Octavia, are you alright?!"

Suddenly the tanned man was by my side, taking Octavia off me and fussing over her. He looked back at me.

"We'll talk about this later," he promised, jaw clenching and eyes unmerciful. He was angry.

"I'm fine," Octavia said. "And leave Alex alone. Its not her fault."

"Wheres the food?" Someone in the large crowd yelled.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather," I spoke up, beating Finn to answering. Wait, when did he get here?

"We were attacked," he added after seeing the confused glances from many in the crowd.

"What the hell happened out there?" Bellamy asked, stepping away from his sister for a moment.

"Attacked? By what?" Wells asked, ignoring Bellamy's question.

"It wasn't really a "what," more of a who," I said, hand resting on my hip. Wells looked at me like I had two heads.

"A who?"

"Yeah, it turns out that the last person from Earth died, he wasn't really the last," Finn said from his perch on a tree stump.

"It's true. All of it. What we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors," Clarke said, obviously unsure what to say next.

"Okay, I know you are all probably a little worried, scared even, but there is good news to take away from this," I said, turning in a slow circle to address the crowd around us. "The fact that there are already people here means that we can survive here. The radiation won't kill us," I tried to console the now restless group of people.

"Yeah, but the bad news is that the Grounders will," Finn added, as unhelpful as he is.

A loud murmuring went up in the crowd and I glared at Finn.

"They've got Jasper," I said, biting my lip.

"The goggles kid?" Wells asked, looking around even though I had just told him that he wasn't with us.

"Wells, where is your wristband," Clarke asked, anger in her tone. Wells looked away and tore his hand from her grasp.

"Ask him," he said simply, looking at Bellamy. Everyone seemed to have their eyes trained on him now and he was obviously uncomfortable.

"Guys, we don't have time for this. We need to find Jasper," I urged. No one seemed to hear me.

"How many?" Clarke asked, disturbingly calm considering the circumstances.

"Twenty four and counting," Murphy answered, grinning slyly.

"You idiots. Life support is failing. Thats why they sent us down here!" Clarke yelled, sweat beading on her brow. I stormed past her and Bellamy, making sure that I bumped into our so called "leader."

I could feel his intense gaze on the back of my head as I hurried to the drop ship. I needed supplies. we couldn't just go in guns blazing, no. We needed a strategy and I couldn't be bothered listening to their politics any longer. I'm going to go find Jasper and if they want to fuck around talking about those stupid wristbands, then I'll just find him myself.

I walked into the metal tin can that is the drop ship and started looking around for anything useful that I could take. Behind me, I could hear footsteps and I turned to see Clarke striding towards me.

"We'll find him," she encouraged me. I nodded, took a deep breath and smiled.

"I'll go upstairs and see if I can find anything," I said, looking at the metal staircase. She nodded and began to search for things.

On the second floor, I found some rope and I clutched it in one hand. Next to the wall, I found an old medical kit and I picked it up and made my way back downstairs.

"Clarke," I said, handing her the items to put in her bag. She nodded at me and then we made out way back outside and down into the camp.

"Wells is giving us some things too," she said with a sour tone.

"Alright."

We walked down the slope to where Bellamy was sitting with Octavia, tending to her bite wound. I groaned internally when he looked at me and sent me a glare. The hell did I do wrong this time?

"I hear you have a gun," Clarke said simply. The attractive, tan teen nodded and lifted the bottom of his shirt to reveal the gun in the band of his pants. We also got a small peek of his v-line. I rolled my eyes. Don't get me wrong, Bellamy is drop-dead gorgeous, what with his dark hair, tan skin, lean muscles, deep voice and god knows what else, its just that he's an asshole.

"Good, come with us," Clarke said, obviously unopposed by the show. Bellamy grinned knowingly at me. Shit, was I that obvious?

"You guys are leaving? I'm coming too," Octavia added, trying to stand.

"No, your leg will just slow us down," Clarke told her. Octavia sat down.

"Come on," she nodded at Bellamy and started walking. Bellamy clenched his jaw but didn't move.

"And why would I do that?" He asked, looking from her to me and back again.

Clarke stopped, turned, and took one step closer to him.

"Because you want them to follow you, and they're thinking only one of us is scared," she said, looking over at Murphy and his friends. Bellamy grunted, looked at Murphy, nodded for him to go with him and then looked at one of the other boys.

"You, my sister doesn't leave camp. If anyone touches her, they answer to me," he threatened before turning and following Clarke and Wells, who was also coming with us?

"I don't need a babysitter, Bell!"

Bellamy was already gone. I sighed, shrugged at her and then caught up with our group.

We made our way outside of the camp and I felt unease settle in my gut. We were exposed, easy targets. I swallowed thickly before following them out. They're watching you. My heartbeat started to pump faster.

They're watching. They're here. They're waiting.

I took a deep breath and tried to rid my mind of all thoughts except finding Jasper.

"Hey, sweetheart, come here," I heard a voice call up ahead. I recognised the voice as Murphy's. I groaned but moved up to stand near him anyway. On Bellamy's side. As much as I hate Bellamy, I hate Murphy more.

"Yes, shithead?" I asked, sarcasm dripping like poison from my voice.

"What do you say we get out of here, ditch these losers, have some fun, maybe take that wristband off?"

"How about you go rot in hell? Yeah, that sounds about right," I retorted, smiling at him.

"You fu-"

"Now, now Murphy," Bellamy scolded.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

"Oh, fuck off, what is this? What do you want?"

"You know what I want," he said, glancing at my wristband.

"You're not having it," I pressed. He shrugged.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," he said with a cocky grin.

We walked in silence for a few more minutes. My nervousness eventually subsided. It was still there but it definitely wasn't as prominent as before.

"You know we can't live on "whatever the hell we want" forever, right?" I asked, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"Oh, you heard about that, did you?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, I heard someone say it..." I trailed off.

"Why not?"

"It'll be chaos," I replied, stopping to look at him face on. He stopped as well.

He turned to me and grinned.

"Whats wrong with a little chaos?"

"More than you realise..."