The second that the group, without Jasper, made their way back to the dropship camp set up, something was wrong. Harley could feel the tenseness in the air, like the delinquents had spent the day doing something wrong. But then she had to remember they were teenagers who had all committed crimes, and most of them weren't as innocent as she was. Somewhere deep down, Harley knew she had to face the facts and force the optimism away. Jasper was dying, there was murderous people in the woods who survived the radiation, and every delinquent she was around was a time bomb.

Octavia groaned in pain when Harley dozed off into her own world. Octavia had been leaning on the girl when they made their way back to camp, as since the run, the wound on her leg wasn't painless. She snapped back to reality and grew more steady, holding Octavia's arm that was slung over her shoulder tighter. "Sorry," Harley apologized quietly.

Harley heard Clarke shouting before the pair made their way through the trees and into the camp's opening. "Octavia!" Bellamy called out the second he saw her and rushed over. "Are you all right?" He asked. Harley released Octavia and let her brother take over by helping her to a seat they had set up from the dropship. Harley dropped down from the steepness of the ground, letting her arms hang loosely and speechless.

"Where's the food?" Bellamy asked, his gaze narrowing to everyone who had left for the supplies except his sister. "What the hell happened out there?"

They were silent, unsure of how to explain. Harley couldn't find the words herself. What should they say, after all? Jasper was hit in the chest with a spear by an unknown person, and they found out everything they thought they knew wasn't true. "We were attacked," Clarke finally answered.

"Attacked?" Wells repeated, astonished. "By what?"

"Not what. Who," Finn corrected, sitting himself. "It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last Grounder."

"It's true," Clarke cut in as they drew in a crowd from the delinquents. Harley saw the expressions on their faces, some even looked scared. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors." Clarke noticed too that everyone looked hesitant and fearful and quickly covered her speech with a better report. "The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

The hope was destroyed and brought down quickly by Finn. "Yeah, the bad news is that the Grounders will."

A heavy silence fell over the crowd. They were just kids, all of them. The Ark sent down a bunch of kids, not knowing that there was murderous, what Finn called Grounders, after them , Harley realized. This was too much, too difficult. Every part of Harley's life had taken a turn. She wondered back to The Ark, where she was safer, despite the oxygen deficiency happening.

"Where's the kids with the goggles?" Wells asked, breaking the tenseness and noticing their group was one person short.

"Jasper was hit by them," Harley answered him in a explanation, stepping forward. "And whoever is out there took him."

It was quiet again before Clarke's gaze looked towards Wells, and noticed that something was missing. She snatched his wrist and held it up and Harley leaned forward to get a better look. It was bare, with no mechanical band that The Ark gave them before sending them down. "Where is your wristband?" She snapped in question.

Wells snatched his hand back, and his glare narrowed towards Bellamy, who seemed too satisfied. "Ask him."

With just a quick look around, Harley could see there was more then just Wells. Some delinquents still had their wristbands on, while others had them missing. Her eyes widened, remembering the conversation with Wells and Clarke earlier. The communication system wires were fried, which meant they didn't have any ways to contact The Ark. All they had were their bracelets, and some of them ruined it by taking them off and making The Ark think they were dead.

"How many?" Clarke demanded to know.

"Twenty four and counting," Murphy replied before Bellamy could, even pleased with himself for doing such a reckless thing. 

"You idiots," Clarke whispered, angry. "Life support on the Ark is failing! That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there!" She exclaimed, turning her head to face them all. Harley watched as one by one, their expressions changed from her speech with the exception of Bellamy. "If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us!"

"We're stronger than you think!" Bellamy announced over Clarke, dismissing her rightful speech. "Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm?" Bellamy continued, motioning to them. "It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say, you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!"

Harley felt emotionally exhausted by how wrong Bellamy had been. They weren't fighters, or survivors. At least, she wasn't. She was a scared young girl, frightened for not only her life but the life of the others that she had grown to known from being locked in the Sky Box. Sure, some of the delinquents were murderers and thieves. Most of them had most likely been in enough fights that they'd need both their hands to count them all. Harley on the other hand, had not as so much cussed at someone, let alone fight.

But the others didn't agree. Some delinquents still looked skeptical, but most of them had outweighed those with loud shouts of agreements. They continued cheering, but the sound made Harley feel uneasy, as if she didn't belong there. Quietly, she scurried forward, ignoring their gazes and loud, proud shouting. What was their to be proud of?

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"How are you feeling?" Were the first words out of Harley mouth when she sat down easily next to Octavia. Bellamy had wiped the blood off of her wound with a dry cloth before tying it back up, and took no notice of Harley approaching them.

"Still hurts, but better," Octavia answered honestly, wincing as Bellamy had finished tying the knot to secure it. The three were interrupted by Clarke and Wells approaching them, determined expressions on their faces. "Are you guys leaving?" She asked, trying to jump up but failing. "I'm coming too."

"No, no," Bellamy protested, putting his hand on his sister's shoulder and gently pushing her back down into a sitting position. "No way, not again."

"He's right," Clarke agreed, to Harley's surprise. It was the first time, a small agreement between the two occurred. "Your leg is just gonna slow us down." She turned her attention away from Octavia, who looked more so disappointed by Clarke's statement and to Bellamy. "I'm here for you." She nodded to him. "I hear you have a gun?"

Bellamy didn't respond with words, and instead lifted his lower shirt. Harley's eyes wandered to what he was showing Clarke, and seeing a black handgun in the waistband of his pants. She figured he was a guard, from the uniform he wore in their first encounter, and wasn't surprised to see she had a gun. More so, Harley figured that it was better to be slightly scared. All she knew of Bellamy was that the delinquents saw him as a leader, while she saw him as a tyrant, and that he loved his sister.

When Bellamy stepped aside with Clarke, their voices too hushed to be heard for Harley, Wells looked at her. "You should come too," he spoke. "The more people we have, the better. I think Jasper would want you there, too."

While Harley did care for Jasper, as she already liked him from their first conversation where he had jokingly hit on her, she was still hesitant. She had not only wanted to stay at the camp and be with Octavia, but Harley had also been scared from what she had seen and whoever was out there. She looked towards Octavia, speechless.

Octavia gently nudged Harley's shoulder. "Go, I'll be fine," she told her in a promise, reading that Harley was somehow wanting to stay for her. "They can use your weird social-butterfly optimism too."

Giving Octavia a small smile at her honest joke, Harley tilted her head towards her. "Thanks," she responded before standing up. "Yeah, I'm coming along," she told Wells as they followed Clarke and Bellamy.

"Murphy," Bellamy spoke, looking towards him as he shrugged on his jacket. "Come with me." Murphy nodded without hesitation, following the other three into the woods.

Harley paused, waiting for them to catch up. The second Murphy passed her, she quickened her pace to catch up as she pulled her deck of cards out of her pocket. She's been waiting for a perfect moment to use them, and if there was something about Murphy that she'd find out while doing so, that'd be a plus. 

"Hey, John, want to see a card trick?"