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"AN ENTIRE DAMN PLANET AND WE COULDN'T DROP SOMEWHERE CLOSE TO A WATER SOURCE," June mumbled bitterly under her breath. Her and Wells had spent much too long wandering from camp, as far as they could go without forgetting where they were exploring and how to get back, searching for some type of safe water to drink. Her stomach rumbled from hunger and her throat was dry with thirst; being in the sun for so long certainly wasn't helping either.

Wells loosely shrugged. "There has to be one here," he responded hopefully. He brushed aside a tree branch, allowing June to hop over the small slope to enter the camp once more. They were coming around the dropship, and from what little that she could see, all of the delinquents were having fun which wasn't that much of a shock. She hasn't been in the Sky Box as long as most of them, as June had only spent one day there, but they were delinquents who were sent down to Earth of all places. They finally felt free.

"Maybe we should wait for Clarke to get back with the others," June suggested, swinging her hands as she trudged forwards beside Wells. "They're going pretty far but we can survive a day with water, right?"

"I don't know," Wells answered hesitantly, attempting to remember what they learned in Earth Skills back in The Ark. "It wouldn't hurt to look more before we're too weak."

The conversation about survival they both were having was interrupted suddenly by two males approaching them, Murphy and Mbege with smug grins plastered on their faces. "Find any water yet?" Murphy questioned, surprising June that he was actually interested.

While June had wanted to snap at them and demand they beat it, Wells was softer and much more kind. "No, not yet," he replied. "But we'll be going back out soon if you want to come." The idea of Wells's offer to spend hours with two arrogant people had June huff and turn her head, putting her hands on her hips. As her head rounded, she noticed scraping on the side of the dropship wall, forming words that made her scowl.

FIRST SON
FIRST TO DYE.

It was a clear threat, and it made June's lip curl. She nudged Wells with her shoulder, catching his attention and making him notice the warning. The pair could see the distasteful look June was sporting and chortled under their breath in amusement. Looking back at Murphy, it was evident that the message was from him, as he had his fingers curled onto a pointed piece of metal shaped into a knife before rubbing his lower nose with a sniffle.

"You know," Murphy began. "My father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him," he spat out nastily, full of bitterness. June didn't blame him for being so angry about his parent's death, but everything that the Chancellor had done to impose their strict laws had nothing to do with his son.

Expecting Wells to be intimidated, June unexpectedly watched as Wells boldly knocked his shoulder into Murphy's making him stumble before retorting a direct insult. "You spelled die wrong, geniuses."

A grin spread on June's face and she skipped ahead, passing by Murphy and Mbege and ready to leave them behind before a spiteful comment being from behind her. "So what are you, the Prince's Knight?"

The new alias being shot at her stopped June in her heels, and catching Murphy's snake-like expression. He didn't have to like her, or even Wells for that matter, but he was going to have no choice but to face the actuality that June would do whatever it took for her friend to be safe, no matter the costs of doing so.

Before leaving, June decided to make sure that Murphy knew with a permanent glare on her face in his direction. She didn't need to say anything else. Her words were clear before.

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As June expected, the real time that the delinquents chose to party didn't happen until later that night. They had spent the day messing around, but nothing compared to what they were doing now. June wasn't worried until the cheering didn't stop, making it nearly impossible to sleep, and left her with no choice after much convincing from Wells. Whatever their group was doing, it wasn't anything good, and they could all pay the price.

When stepping out of the dropship, June first noticed the flames of a large fire building up. She considered thinking that it was a good thing, and none of them would freeze as they slept, but soon noticed the real problem when becoming close enough. A young, mousy girl was holding her arm out over a rock and Murphy was sticking a metal rod into it, and popping it off after some elevating. June's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, astonished they had decided to do this which could kill them all.

"Who's next?!" Bellamy announced after they tossed the useless wristband into the fire.

Daringly stomping forward, Wells made sure his irritation was known. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Turning around, Bellamy noticed Wells and June stunned by their rebellion. "We're liberating ourselves," he declared. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're trying to get us all killed," Wells stated, beginning his speech and desperately trying to get the others to believe him. "The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and The Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow."

"That's the point, Chancellor," Bellamy said firmly. "We can take care of ourselves. Can't we?!" He asked the crowd, who chanted in agreement.

Dumbfounded by how cold and proud Bellamy was by taking this dangerous chance. The Ark was dying, but causing a massive panic wasn't her job. Telling everyone the real lack of oxygen truth wasn't the reason she came to Earth. "Do you think this is some joke? How many of you are farmers, doctors, engineers or mechanics?" She waited for someone to speak, but only heard a hush and a few snorts of disagreement but no one spoke up. June was only a hacker, and on Earth, there were no computers. She was as useless in survival as the rest of them. "We need those skills if we want to survive! Our people back home can help us all!"

"My people are already down," Bellamy answered sharply. "Those people locked my people up." He paused to point to the sky for emphasis. "Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child." His eyes averted to Wells, unfriendly. "Your father did that."

"My father didn't write the laws," Wells argued.

Uncaring, Bellamy shook his head. "No," he agreed. "He enforced them. But not anymore. Not here. Here, there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want." June was left in a dazing shock as the ones behind him began calling out in agreement as if what she and Wells declared meant nothing to them. She didn't doubt that it didn't, all due to Bellamy's irresponsible leadership.

"Now, you don't have to like it, Wells," Bellamy continued. "You can even try to stop it or change it.. Kill me. You know why?" He waved his hand in the air, motioning to them in a simple gesture. "Whatever the hell we want!"

Startled, June observed as Murphy shot his fist in the air, repeating in a shout; "Whatever the hell we want!"

Soon, they were all restating the proclamation in rough shouts, chanting in a way that could have left their throats soar, but they were ecstatic. June was lost, unsure of how to convince them to come back from this. She shared a look with Wells, who was just as dazed and bothered as her by the hazard they were in.

All of a sudden, there was a huge clap coming from the sky. June flinched in surprise, tilting her head back, only to feel the light drops of water hitting her in response. She held her hand up, feeling the skin being pelted next, and realizing what it was. Rain, something nobody ever experienced while in The Ark. But what was more important was that it was water, which was more useful than to use by dancing around in.

"We found our water source for tonight," June called out to Wells, hardly heard over the excited shouting coming from the delinquents. She was ready to find whatever that could collect it, as it was raining pretty hard on them and her dry throat was begging for it. She was sure the other teenagers were thirsty, even if they were too busy celebrating.

Agreeing with June, Wells stepped forward towards Bellamy and informing him. "We need to collect this."

Bellamy leaned towards him, uttering five steady words. "Whatever the hell you want."

June reached out, gripping Wells's shoulder. "Don't bother with him anymore," she said, glaring Bellamy down despite the bold smirk spread on his face. She patted his arm once, motioning for them to give up and leave. There was no point anymore, she thought. They all believed there were no more rules, and more important, nobody cared.