(That's my nan again, her name is Patricia, (or pat) I shit you not, I was in stitches when I made this. God I'm funny, ily nan.)

Bold= Swedish.

      S E V E N | ALWAYS LOOK BEFORE YOU RUN

Raven watched intently from the air vent down at Dr. Griffin and Jackson, her assistant. They was trying to figure out why the Hundred's lights were going out, but everything they suggested just didn't make sense.

Raven shifted her weight the wrong way and the metal protested under her. She cursed under her breath and was quick to make a getaway but someone grabbed her foot before she could get all the way up the ladder. With a defeated sigh, she climbed back down and held her hands up in reluctant surrender.

"Apparently you have a thing for air ducts," Abby mused as she walked back towards the table where she and Jackson had been previously stood.

"I'll call security," Jackson sighed.

"They're not dying," Raven interrupted, a dejected look in her eyes. Both adults stopped in their paths and looked at Raven, giving her their full attention.

"What are you talking about?" Abby narrowed her eyes.

Raven looked over to the board where all the information was and quirked an eyebrow. "All that's being sent from the ground?"

Abby studied her for a few beats before passing her the metal wristband. "Transmitted by these,"

Raven turned it around, inspecting it carefully before smirking. How could they not get this? She thought with an element of smugness. "They're taking them off,"  She answered, chucking Abby back the bracelet.

"What? Why would they do something so reckless?" Jackson asked.

The corners of Abby's mouth tugged as it all pieced together in her head. "Because we told them not to." Raven's smirk widened and she looked back over to the board. She scanned across all the faces in search for her boyfriend but one face stuck out, a face that was definitely not supposed to be on that board. Her eyes widened a fraction and she walked closer.

"What...?" She whispered, staring with confusion at the profile of her best friend. She turned back to Abby with a frown. "Is she on the ground?" It would explain why Raven hadn't seen her since the Exodus ship was launched. Abby nodded her head and Raven cursed at herself for not connecting the dots sooner. "How? She isn't a prisoner."

Abby looked over to Jackson, who shrugged, and she sighed. "We have reason to believe she snuck on the ship."

"What? No," Raven shook her head persistently."No. You don't know Carter, she would never do something like that-- especially without saying anything to me. "

"So you don't think she stowed away on the Drop ship?" Abby asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Not willingly," Raven answered, looking back at the picture of Carter with knitted eyebrows. "She's reckless, yeah, but she wouldn't do something so stupid." She turned her head back to Abby. "Someone put her on that ship and I'm gonna find out who."

Carter poked at the metal band absentmindedly. They had been walking for what seemed like hours and she had no idea where she was. The dull ache that used to surround the wristband had gone, either that or she was just used to it. Carter wondered what her father would do if she took it off and he thought she was dead. Would he care? The weeks leading up to her sudden disappearance weren't good for them. Especially since Carter changed her last name to her mother's maiden name, refusing anything to do with her father.

Not to mention, Carter Kane just sounded like a form of neglect.

She shuddered at the memory. They could have done more than just argue and bang heads all the time. Carter could have listened to what her father had to say without having the need to disagree and Kane could have been there for his daughter more. They hardly ever saw each other and it was on purpose too. She scoffed inwardly, of course she would be stuck in a dysfunctional family. It was just her luck.

The only way Carter could ever change what they had between them-- or lack there  of-- was the wristband. As long as she appeared alive on the Ark, there was hope to rekindle the relationship with her father so long as they successfully got to the ground.

"Hey, how do we know this is the right way?" Murphy's hoarse voice broke her deep thoughts and she snapped out of her own world into reality, only just noticing they were walking alongside a stony river bank.

"We don't," Bellamy answered with a bluntness. "Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker."

"It's called cutting sign, fourth year Earth Skills. He's good," Wells acknowledged, not bothering to look at Bellamy.

"Besides, it's not as if you can do any better." Carter voiced her thoughts, she turned her head slightly to see Bellamy raise his eyebrows.

"And you can?" He retorted.

Carter fully turned her head to him and smirked. "No," she shrugged. "It's why I became an engineer and not a tracker, dumbass."

Bellamy had to look away to stop himself from half smiling at her. He walked into that one, and he had to respect her for her quick wit.

"Do you wanna keep it down, or shall I paint a target on your back?" Finn looked back between Bellamy and Carter with a pointed look and turned forward again.

"Do you wanna keep it down, or shall I paint a target on your back?" Carter mimicked in a high-pitched squeaky voice before rolling her eyes and jogging back up to Clarke and Finn. Luckily, he didn't hear her make fun of him. He suddenly came to a halt and looked at a broken twig before bending down and examining a bloody stone. He and Clarke shared a knowing look.

"See, you're invisible," Bellamy murmured to Wells. Carter turned around upon hearing him and frowned. Both boys averted their gaze from her and she grew suspicious but stayed quiet.

A loud, blood curdling moan echoed across the trees and Carter quickly forgot about what she heard and broke into a run, following the sound. It was all instinctive, she didn't even think twice about it as she rushed into action and left the others behind, skillfully swerving through the trees and shrubbery.

"Carter, wait!" Finn called, but she didn't stop, or even look back. Hastily, she ran up the hill and was forced to an abrupt stop at what she saw. Her stomach plummeted.

"Oh my god..." she whispered, her eyes widened to their maximum capacity and she felt herself go light headed. The rest of the search party was quick in her tow and paused as they reached the top of the hill.

"Jasper," Clarke whispered in horror as they all stared at the boy that was left tied high in a tree, his moans of pain wracked through Carter's body and she grimaced. "Oh my god, Jasper,"

They all began to run forward, towards his beaten body. Carter ran with a speed she wasn't aware she had, when suddenly the ground below her caved in and her foot fell straight onto a sharpened wooden spear. An overbearing amount of pain jolted through her whole body and she screamed in agony.

Finn looked back on alert to see her gripping onto the ground, trying to heave herself up. Without a second thought, he ran to her aid. "Carter!" He called in panic-induced frenzy.

She looked up with watery eyes and a quivering lip. "Help." she barely whispered. Her eyes fell down to her foot and she shuddered. Her boot was blanketed in thick, dark red blood, the wooden spear went straight through the middle of her foot and was also stained crimson.

There was a yelp from a few feet in front of them and Carter looked up just in time to witness Bellamy holding onto Clarke who was dangling from a hole much like the one she fell into. She also didn't miss the hesitation cross Bellamy's face, even when she was in a hell of a lot of pain.

In all eighteen years of her life there was only one time when Carter cried and that when her father woke her up and told her that her mom had been floated. She felt like crying when she looked down at her blood-soaked foot and the stick protruding from it, but she desperately tried to swallow it back. She couldn't cry, not here.

She suddenly felt strong arms wrap around her waist and she looked up to see Finn smiling reassuringly down at her. "It's okay Carter, it's all gonna be okay." She nodded her head weakly in response, not even daring on looking back down at her foot. "On the count of three, I'm going to pull you out, okay?"

"Finn, I'm scared," she whispered gently, refusing to let any unshed tears fall down her cheeks. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"Don't be, I'm here and I always will be," he promised, his voice sincere. "Are you ready?" Carter squeezed her eyes together and took a deep breath before nodding. "One... two... three!" As soon as the words tumbled from his mouth, he used all his might to pull her up and she screamed as a white hot pain covered her foot. The rough, splintered wood tugged at her flesh as he lifted her up from it. Finn pulled harder and soon enough she was out the hole, her breathing was hoarse and her eyes were still crammed shut. After a few beats of just lying there, she groaned and peeked up at her foot. "Are you okay?"

She tried to even out her breathing before looking over at Finn. "Peachy," she gritted out sarcastically, her face was a mixture between pain and anger. "Son of a bitch," she seethed in Swedish, so Finn wouldn't understand her and know just how much she hurt (although he did, it was the first word Carter taught him to say in Swedish,) as she rolled around on the grass, desperately trying not to grab onto her foot which now sported a hole the size of a barrel of a gun and oozing with hot, dark blood.

"Come on, let's get you to the others," Finn helped her to her feet and cringed every time she groaned in pain. As soon as she was up, he wrapped her arm around his shoulders and guided her towards the others.

"Oh my god, Carter, are you okay?" Clarke rushed out, coming to Carter's side. Without the energy to actually talk, Carter nodded her head. Stupidly, she lowered her injured foot and put the smallest amount of pressure on it, causing another shot of pain to run up her leg.

"Mother fuc-" She seethed through clenched teeth.

"Woah," Clarke put her hands on Carter's shoulders to steady her. "It's obvious you won't be able to walk on it, so keep off it. Finn, put her down, standing up is just gonna make it worse. You need to put pressure on it," Clarke ordered, looking over to the boys. "Bellamy, I need you to keep pressure on her foot, find something to cover the wound. Be quick, she's already lost a lot of blood."

Finn reluctantly sat her down against the tree Jasper was tied to and Bellamy hesitantly walked over, looking for something to put on the wound.

"Stop worrying, Clarke," Carter spoke in a strained voice. "Don't worry about me... just help Jasper, I'll be fine."

"For once in your damn life Carter, just listen to what you've been told." Finn sighed in frustration.

Carter said nothing more, she didn't have the strength, her throat was sore from screaming.

"I can't find anything to put on it." Bellamy said impatiently. Carter sighed and clumsily began to undo the already-bloody-strip of her sweater sleeve that was wrapped around her arm, but every time she lifted her hand it felt like there was a massive weight on it and she couldn't keep it up. Bellamy saw what she was trying to do and knelt down beside her, quickly undoing the fabric. She pushed his arm away pathetically and shook her head.

"I don't need your help." She stated in a small voice. Her face had already significantly paled and dark red circles surrounded her green eyes.

"Just shut up and stay awake." Bellamy retorted as he moved down to her foot and took her combat boot off. He made quick work of tying the strip of fabric around the curve of her foot, covering the bloody hole. When he tied it tightly, she hissed in pain and he looked up at her through his dark lashes. "Stop being such a cry baby."

"You try... try having a spear through your foot." She slurred sassily as she repositioned herself against the bark of the tree groaning as she did.

"Hey, just stay still okay?" Bellamy sighed as he kept pressure on her foot. He could feel the dip where the spear had completely ripped through her skin and he grimaced. How the hell she didn't bawl her eyes out, he didn't know. She moved herself again, causing her to hiss in pain... again. "Do you ever listen to what you've been told?" He asked irritably.

"No." She smirked faintly, and then it faded as quick as it came. "I saw the hesitation on your face Bellamy... you... you thought about dropping Clarke down that ho...hole didn't you?" Bellamy pursed his lips and looked down at Carter's foot. Why is it she sees everything bad he does? It was like she was a magnet for that stuff. "But you didn't." She continued after a moment of silence and he looked up, confused. She vaguely heard Clarke talking to the others in the background. "You... you could have just dropped her... it was one w...way to make the Ark think she was dead. But you didn't... you didn't let her go. Maybe yo... you're not as bad as I thought." Bellamy bit the insides of his cheek to stop the smile that threatened to creep up on him and looked away from her sickly pale face.

"There's a poultice on his wound." Clarke observed with a small frown.

"Medicine? Why would they string him up just to use him as live bait?" Wells asked, looking up at the kids body.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch likes its dinner breathing," Bellamy suggested, looking up from Carter's bloody foot to Wells and Clarke.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us." Finn murmured gravely, looking down at him.

"The optimism you guys ha... have is overwhelming." Carter mumbled almost incoherently, her eyes were closed and her head lolled to the side lightly, everything felt like it was spinning and she felt so dizzy she wanted to throw up.

"It hasn't even been that long since she done it, why is she almost losing consciousness so fast?" Bellamy asked, putting more pressure on her wound causing her to cry out in pain. "Sorry." he mumbled under his breath so only she could hear as he lightened up on her wound, her warm blood had already soaked the rag, getting the crimson liquid on Bellamy's hands.

"She has a gaping hole in her foot and she's been slowly loosing blood all day from reopening the wound on her arm," Clarke answered as she looked down on the frail girl. "I'm just surprised she didn't feel dizzy earlier. Just make sure she doesn't fall asleep."

Bellamy nodded his head once and looked up at Carter's face. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing became shallow. "Hey," he nudged her leg, jolting her awake and half alert. "Don't close your eyes."

"Don't tell m..me what to do." she muttered in exasperation. He found it frustratingly unbelievable that even in a half-conscious state she still had a sharp tongue.

"I don't think she's gonna be awake much longer." Bellamy called back to Clarke. She was shocked to see that he looked concerned, even if it was a little.

Carter pushed Bellamy away, or at least attempted to in a pitiful way. He didn't even stumble, or move in any way. "I'm fine," she insisted weakly. "Focus on Jasper, I don't need your help."

"For the last damn time, shut up and save your energy on staying alive." Bellamy narrowed his eyes in frustration at the impossible female that was slumped against the trunk of a tree. A ghost of a smirk danced at the corners of her lips but she said nothing more.

"Hurry up, Murphy." Finn ordered impatiently as he and Murphy sliced at the thick relentless vines. Suddenly there was a loud, inhumane growl that made the group freeze in their actions.

"What the hell was that?" Murphy asked, looking around the clearing with cautious eyes.

"Grounders?" Bellamy guessed, glancing up at the others. They all looked at each other before catching sight of a massive black creature that stalked its way closer. Even through bleary eyes, Carter could see the beast clear as day.

"Holy shit," she whispered, staring with genuine fear at the animal. It's skin, or fur they weren't sure, was midnight black and they could see the muscles rippling in its back. It stopped and looked at them with black beady eyes. Time stood still for a moment as the group stared at the animal.

Then in leaped into action, running straight towards them, emitting a throaty growl.

"Bellamy! Gun!" Clarke rushed out, her eyes widened as the animal ate the distance between them faster than she could apprehend. Bellamy stood up and looked down at his waistband where the gun was only to see nothing. He looked back up at Clarke in bewilderment before four loud shots rang out one after the other.

The creature fell down in the high ferns, unmoving and hidden. The group all looked to Wells who held the gun, his face almost as pale as Carter's he looked over to Clarke with wide eyes and dropped the gun a few feet away from Carter.

"Now she sees you." Bellamy avowed breathlessly. Another animalistic growl ruptured through the clearing and without a second in delay the beast leaped from out the ferns, it's claws out and it's teeth bared as it jumped for Bellamy.

That's when the fifth shot rung out and the animal slumped mid-air and thumped to the ground below, lifelessly. A silence overtook the group as they all looked to Carter with bewilderment.

She had both her hands on the weapon shakily and her eyes were half closed. With a huff, her arms dropped and she let the now empty gun clatter to the floor.  "Did I get it?" She asked no one in particular, her voice strained as she tried to keep her pain at bay.

"Yeah," Bellamy exhaled deeply, his eyes still wide. "You got it."

She lazily turned her head to Wells with the smallest and weakest smirk he had ever seen. "You gotta aim for the head, Stupid."