Almost at the end of season one, let me know what you're thinking!

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After talking a little bit more with Jasper, I did as I promised and went to the dropship.

Clarke and Bellamy were off to the side as Finn sat with Raven. I could hear her laboured breathing from the doorway; she was lucky to be alive.

"Finally," Bellamy sighed as he saw me enter the room. "Clarke, could you check on her, please? The last thing we need is an infection."

Clarke nodded, retrieving a bottle of moonshine and some gauze from one of the first aid kits we had managed to find in the dropship.

The cuts on the sides of my wrists weren't deep, so she just lightly rinsed them with Monty's homemade alcohol. I winced a bit, attempting to pull my hands away.

"Sorry," she said in a hushed tone, like how one would treat a wounded, baby animal. I reached back out, allowing Clarke to begin to wrap a small layer of gauze around each wrist.

I felt a hand rest on one of my shoulders and looked up to see Bellamy standing behind me. "How're you doing, Sutton?"

"Having the time of my life, Blake," I responded as I dug my nails into my palms, focusing on that instead of my wrists.

When Clarke had finished both wrists, knotting the gauze so it wouldn't come undone, she stood up to examine my head. She spoke aloud as she gave it a close look.

According to Clarke, there was light bruising and my skin had split at the impact. Besides that, she wasn't worried about any permanent damage. When I asked about a concussion, she quickly ran through the symptoms, concluding that I most likely didn't have one.

For that, I was glad. It definitely would've made trekking through the woods a lot more difficult.

"We'll redo the gauze once we're away from here, but the moonshine should fend off any chance of infection," Clarke said as she packed aware her low supply of medical gear.

I smiled at her gratefully. "Thanks, Clarke. I really appreciate it."

Getting up from the seat I was in, I headed towards the door. Bellamy took a few strides to stand in my path, getting me to stop. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I want to go and check on Octavia," I told him. "Murphy's gone, okay? We're okay."

Bellamy nodded, stepping aside so I could pass.

I headed straight to my tent to find Octavia so we could get ready to leave. She was in there strapping a sheath around her waist to hold a machete style knife.

"You doing okay?" I asked her as I grabbed my jacket and knife from my bunk.

Shoving the knife into the sheath, she gave me a tired look, "Ask me again when we make it out of here alive."

Octavia had been through so much since we reached the ground. I couldn't imagine trying to take it all in after never really experiencing much due to her unconventional upbringing.

I just couldn't help but feel nervous leaving our camp. Whenever we did, something usually went wrong.

"We can't stay here, and you know that, Theo," Octavia said, as if reading my mind.

Putting my arms into the sleeves of my jacket and shrugging it on, I met her gaze. "What if we can?"

"They'll kill us all."

"And what do you think is going to happen if we leave camp? They'll give us a free pass?"

Octavia didn't respond, just sighed and walked out of the tent. I understood where she was coming from, but any other time we've left camp, someone usually dies.

When everyone was finally ready, we left the camp together. The kids with the guns surrounded everyone else, weapons facing outward looking out for Grounders. Someone had also managed to put together a stretcher so that we were able to bring Raven with us.

I stood waiting at the gate for Bellamy, who was standing in the middle of the camp. He and Clarke were talking together, but I couldn't hear a word of it.

Bellamy picked up a bucket and threw water onto the fire. It was immediately doused, smoke billowing up into the air. He then grabbed his gun, gripping it firmly as he and Clarke began to walk towards the gate.

Clarke and I smiled at each other as she passed, going ahead to walk with the group. It was almost like she was born to lead. When she put her emotions aside, she was reasonable and knew how to bring people together.

"I'm glad you changed your mind," I told Bellamy, starting to walk when he reached me.

He nodded, "Well, you and Clarke were right. We're all in this together, and if people feel like it's safer to leave, maybe that's the right thing to do."

We headed along quietly, following the hundred who were being lead by Octavia. While most of us were being cautious and quiet, there were a few who were talking louder than necessary.

We had barely been a minute out of camp, when everyone stopped walking suddenly. Bellamy and I looked to each other, both of us realising that something was wrong.

The hundred began to grow silent, trying to figure out why we had stop. There was a sudden whistling sound, followed by a thud.

Before I even got the chance to ask what it might be, someone screamed "Grounders!"

The hundred broke into a panic, everyone rushing back into our camp to avoid being killed. Bellamy called over the crowd, shepherding everyone back in.

Once everyone was in, six people worked on shutting the doors as gunman, including Bellamy, climbed up onto the wall. I cautiously climbed up beside him, looking out at the trees.

"Sutton, you can't be up here without a weapon, it's dangerous," he told me, adjusting his grip on his gun.

"No more dangerous than anything else we've been through," I reminded him. "I'm not leaving."

He looked frustrated, but knew I wasn't going to let him send me away. Before he could respond, Clarke was climbing up to stand on Bellamy's other side.
Bellamy turned to her, "Where are they? Why aren't they attacking?"

"Maybe it's a scare tactic?" I suggested.

Clarke shook her head as she examined the tree line, "No. It's because we're doing exactly what they wanted us to do."

"What are you talking about?" Bellamy asked her, gun lowering so that he could focus on her.

Clarke turned around quickly, talking to Finn who was still on the ground. "Lincoln said scouts would be the first to arrive."

"If it's just scouts, we can fight our way out," Octavia stated as she walked up. "That's what Lincoln would do."

Bellamy shook his head, both of us turning away from the trees. "We're done doing what that Grounder would do." He proceeded to jump down, pointing at the boy who had died less than ten minutes ago. He had had a blade thrown directly into his face.
"We tried it and now Drew is dead. You wanna be next?"

"That Grounder saved our lives," Finn reminded him.
"I agree with Octavia. For all we know, there's one scout out there."

"One scout with insanely good aim," Jasper added from the wall on the other side of the door.

"Clarke, we can still do this," my former roommate insisted, trusting in Lincoln.

I glanced to my right, to see her staring blankly down at everyone.
"Well? What do you think we should do, Clarke?" I inquired.

Bellamy presented her with our two options, "Run and get picked off out in the open. . . or stand and fight back?"

The blonde turned back to the woods momentarily, before climbing down from the wall with a sigh. She looked like she wanted to be alone, but Finn grabbed her arm before she could leave.
"Clarke, if we're still here when Tristan gets here-"

"Lincoln said 'scouts'. More than one," I listened to Clarke say as I clambered down the wall.
"He said, 'get home before the scouts arrive'. Finn, they're already here."

She then turned to Bellamy, realising that we didn't have a choice.
"Looks like you've got your fight."
She sounded disappointed, not wanting for it to have come to this.

Bellamy's eyes flickered to me, before he turned to the hundred. Raising his voice, he spoke to all of us.
"Okay, then. This is what we've been preparing for. Kill them before they kill us. Gunners, to your posts."

Everyone began to scatter, getting to the positions they had been given in case this ever happened. I noticed Finn with his hands on his head in frustration. He didn't want us killing people, I understood that. But then that just meant they were going to kill us.

"Use the tunnels to get in and out. From now on, the gate stays closed," Bellamy instructed.

Jasper was running away before I got the chance to say good bye. I prayed that he made it back safely, I don't know what I'd do if I lost him.

Hoping to speak to another one of my friends before I maybe lost the chance, I went in search of Octavia.

To my luck, both Blake siblings were standing side by side. Not for long though, as Octavia began to leave.

"Hey!" I shouted to her, running over to her. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. "Please, be careful."

When we both pulled away from each other, she nodded. "You, too."

Returning to Bellamy, he and Clarke were headed into the dropship, so I followed. I wasn't a gunner, so the best I could do right now was to help them.

While Raven sat in one of the chairs, still unable to walk, Bellamy, Clarke, Carter, Finn, and I all stood around the table with a makeshift map set up, listening to Bellamy outline the plan.
"We've got 25 rifles with 20 rounds each, give or take. Roughly 500 rounds of ammo. While Clarke and Finn were gone, we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined.

"Partially mined, thanks to Murphy," Raven corrected. Hey forehead was shining with sweat, each breath rattling out of her body. The cloth she held to her gunshot wound was partially covered in blood. I was worried about her chances if she didn't get proper attention soon.

"Still, it's the main route in. If the Grounders use it, we'll know. She also built grenades," he stated, picking one up off of the table. They were cylindrical, made of pipes off of the dropship, undoubtedly.

Carter eyed the supplies, brows narrowed, "Is that really going to be enough?"

"Again, thank you, Murphy," Raven groaned.

Bellamy looked at them, knowing they were right. He couldn't believe we didn't have a chance though, or we might as well just give up now.
"We'll make them count. If the Grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back."

"And then?" Clarke asked, apparently expecting more.

When Bellamy didn't answer, Raven did it for him. "Then we close the door and pray."

"And pray what? That the ship keeps them out? Because it won't."
Clarke seemed to be liking agreeing with Bellamy to fight less and less with each word.

Bellamy crossed his arms, "Let's not let them get through the gate."
He pressed the button on the walkie in his hand talking directly into it. "All foxholes, listen up. 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 let go of the receiver, looking across the room. Finn shook his head, his disgust towards Bellamy prominent.
"That's always your plan. Just like the bomb at the bridge."

"Well, what do you want us to do, Finn? Wait to talk and pray that they don't kill us?" I asked the boy. "If you've got a better idea, then why don't you share with the class?"

"It can't be that simple," Clarke said quietly, her brows creased. She then turned to Raven, "You said there's fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build a hundred bombs."

"I also said we got no gunpowder left," she reminded the blonde.

Clarke almost smiled as she shook her head. "I don't want to build a bomb. I want to blast off."

Raven caught on immediately, a wicked smile reaching her lips. She voiced her mind so the rest of us knew what they were thinking. "Draw them in close. Fire the rockets. A ring of fire."

"Barbecued Grounders," Bellamy pondered. "I like it.

For once, Finn didn't argue with what Bellamy was saying. "Will it work?" he asked Raven.

She took a moment to think, running it over in her head. "The wiring's a mess down there, but yeah. You give me enough time, I'll cook them real good."

Clarke nodded, letting the smile she had been holding back be made visible.

Everyone seemed to be in agreement with this plan, which was rare, so I took the opportunity to push it along. "Let's get to work, then."

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"How long until you think they get the rockets ready?" I asked Bellamy as we stood near the fire.

He glanced over his shoulder at the dropship. "Raven's smart and she's got Clarke helping her. I'm sure they'll have it up and running in no time."

They had been down there for a while now, and we hadn't heard anything yet. No one wanted to go in there just in case we distracted them from their task.

Finn had been down there initially. But apparently the bullet had travelled to Raven's spine and she had lost feeling in her legs. He had went in search of the medications which Lincoln had carried with him to clot the blood and stem the blood flow.

Bellamy sounded optimistic, which was nice to hear.
"I hope you're right," I agreed, looking out across the hundred who weren't stationed in fox holes.

They were all still managing to stay calm for now, but it was only a matter of time before the remainder of the Grounder army arrived to try and take us out.

The sound of drums echoed through the camp, all of us falling silent as we stared over to the front gates. "Stay here," Bellamy said before rushing off with his gun.

"I'm coming with you!" I stated, following right behind him.

He turned around so fast, I almost fell trying not to run into him. "No. We both have a job to do, so, protect the camp. We're going to try and keep them from getting to the gate. We need to give Clarke and Raven time to get the rockets ready."

He went to leave again, but I grabbed his wrist, "Bellamy-"

Pulling his arm back to him, he brought me straight to him until I was right against his chest. In the fluid movement, he had his hands on my waist as he pressed his lips to mine. The shock of it had me frozen for a moment, but then I woke up.

I rolled onto my toes to kiss him back, my fingers gripping his jacket. The feel of his lips against mine and the warmth radiating from him made me feel more alive then I had in years.

He pulled back, meeting my eyes with a firm look on his face. "I won't lose you, Sutton." The certainty in his voice sent a chill down my spine. "Now go."

Letting me go, he headed to his station, my hands falling from his chest. Taking a deep breath, I nodded, knowing he was right. We all had our jobs, and I needed to make sure that if anyone got in here, they didn't get to Clarke and Raven in the dropship.

After I unsheathed the knife I had hanging from my belt, I grabbed my walkie and went to guard the dropship. Turning the volume up, I listened to what was going on to make sure I was prepared.

The Grounders were running around outside of the walls, our gunman firing at them all. I heard several of our gunman begin to say that their clips were empty. And then, the explosions started.

The Grounders had stumbled upon our minefield. I smiled as I heard Jasper's voice feed through the walkie, informing Raven that her mines had been successful.

Not long after, Clarke was radioing in asking for Jasper to come to the dropship. He didn't answer, the gunfire the only noise I could hear.

Another gunman ran out of ammo.

"All gunners, listen up," Jasper communicated. "The Grounders are not attacking. They're making us waste bullets. Don't shoot when they're running laterally."

"Jasper's right. Don't fire until you're sure it's an attack," Bellamy responded. "Repeat. Do not fire until you're sure."

I felt relief flood over me at the sound of his voice. He had made it to his post and was still alive. But my relief didn't last long, because now gunfire wasn't the only sound I could hear.

The Grounders were attacking.