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"I SCORED YOU A COUPLE EXTRA CLIPS."

The bag Raven threw made a thump as it landed on the decaying tree stump sticking out of the grass by June's boots. Once they were there, Abby was satisfied enough and put them on lock-down. It meant Finn and Murphy were still out there, searching for their friends and Clarke, who was here with the knowledge of her where the rest were. Which meant they had to sneak out to find the pair before deciding what to do, leading to how June ended up at the electric fence circling Camp Jaha, loading a gun, her mind on the woods just outside that she knew they'd be running into to find the village.

"Thanks, Raven," June said gratefully, a warm smile on her faze as she gazed to the mechanic.

"Hey. My mom's in surgery and the team going after Kane just left. We should too," Clarke advised a bit breathlessly. June felt the stress she was under, and she nodded in agreement, hoping to put the emotion to rest.

Bellamy loaded his own gun. "Did you find Octavia?" He questioned Raven.

"No. I found you." June looked past Raven to see Octavia, her head cocked with a pointed stare fixated on her brother. "I'm not letting you leave here without me."

Uncertain, Clarke prepared to argue. "Octavia - "

"Finn and Murphy are headed for Lincoln's village. I've been there," Octavia stated, narrowing her eyes. "Have you? Have they?"

"You done?" Bellamy joked, smiling in amusement. He picked up a bag from the ground, swinging it in her direction. Octavia caught the bag quickly as it plopped into her arms, eyeing her brother.

"What's this?"

"Your pack." June watches the siblings share a smile with Octavia zipping the bag shut and pulling the strap on her shoulder. Bellamy held his hand out towards the gate. "Lead the way," he offered. June secured her gun, grabbing her own pack with preparation to leave.

But Raven stops them when she holds her hand out in front of Octavia with a warning look. "Whoa, not so fast, Pocahontas," she cautioned. She held out the long metal stick she leaned on, tapping it against the wire of the fence. White sparks fly out, along with a loud buzzing noise that all makes June jump at the initial surprise. She noticed quickly that Raven doesn't seem worried by this as much as they do.

"I thought you said it was handled," Clarke uttered in a hushed tone.

"It is," Raven replied reassured her. She held her walkie up, pressing the button and speaking into it. "Shut her down, Wick." After a beat of silence, Raven lowers her radio and presses her stick against the gate's wire again. This time, it bounces off and nothing happens. She flashed them a smile of confidence. "Handled."

Before June leaves, she watches the rest go first, squeezing through the wide holes with their packs and weapons. She sends Raven a quick, apologetic stare. She knows that she wants to leave with them too, but with the permanent damage to her leg, she'd only be held back. "Really, thank you, Raven," June said gratefully again. "We wouldn't have been able to do this without you."

Touched, Raven shyly smiles faintly. "It's no problem," she dismissed quietly. "Just be safe, yeah?"

June nodded in promise. She crouched, sticking one leg through the fence and swinging her body through to where her other friends were waiting. Together, the four took off into the woods out of view, sneaking out to find Finn and Murphy.

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June hadn't meant to fall asleep when they sat down to rest in the middle of the night. She wasn't aware of how tired she was until she was rolled on her side next to a log, her hands pressed together under her head like a pillow and her jacket draped over her like a blanket. She jerked awake suddenly, her eyes adjusting to the orange glow of the fire illuminating the night. June let out a short, tired groan, dusting her hands of dirt and rubbing her eyes as she sat up. The fire lit up in the middle of the circle was warm, but she pulled her jacket back on by shoving her arms through the sleeves, enveloping into a warmness.

"Hi." The soft voice speaking belonged to Clarke, who seemed as if she had just woken up herself. She was still smiling, her blue eyes glinting with content. "Are you tired, still?"

"No," June lied, shrugging the weight off her shoulders. Her gaze moved to Bellamy, who leaned against the log, resting down his head beside her. "How long has he been sleeping?" She asked, leaning back against the log. Octavia was on the other side of the fire, eyes shut and fast asleep.

Flicking a stick into the fire, Clarke loosely shrugged one shoulder. "He fell asleep shortly after you."

"He's awake," a rough voice mumbled. June glanced to Bellamy, seeing his dark eyes wide open, dark circles under his eyes, but sitting up like she had. He spared a second to look towards Clarke, and June could see the adoration like he was thinking deeply back to a memory. "Last time I saw you, you were closing the dropship door," Bellamy mused quietly. "It had to be done."

June shut her eyes briefly, remembering so as well. She had seen Clarke for a split second before a grounder tackled her, had heard her scream before Finn arrived to save them and said the dropship was about to blow any second. She couldn't imagine the strength Clarke had to have to retreat and leave the people she loved outside, unknowing if they would survive. June opened her eyes to see Clarke staring back remorsefully, silent. "Clarke," she said softly, her tone nothing but gentle. "You had to. We forgive you."

Relieved, Clarke sucked in a deep breath, clasping her hands together in front of her. "You both should get more sleep," she mumbled.

"It's okay," Bellamy dismissed. "We can sleep when we find Finn." June rubbed her temple at the name, the clear memory of what he had done vivid. Both Bellamy and Clarke noticed her distress, and he sent her a knowing look before answering Clarke's confused expression. "You haven't seen him, Clarke. Losing you, the others, the war, it changed him."

"There was a grounder," June spoke up. "We were interrogating him, trying to figure out where you and everyone else was being held. He lied because he was terrified when Finn held a gun to his head." Clarke's eyelids flew open like saucers, stunned. "And once we had the map, he shot the grounder anyways," June finished with a shake of her head, trying to erase the permanent memory.

Bellamy nodded. "Pulled the trigger without even blinking," he said in addition. "And walked away."

Still astonished, Clarke was quiet, trying to piece together why Finn would do such a horrible thing. "That doesn't sound like Finn," she finally uttered.

"No, it doesn't," Bellamy agreed before sighing in frustration at himself. "I saw what he was capable of, and I still let him go with Murphy and two automatic rifles."

"I'm sure that had to be done too," Clarke reassured him.

Although he was reluctant to agree, Bellamy dug his boot into the dirt. "When we got back to the dropship and no one was there, we assumed it was the grounders."

"Of course you did," Clarke responded, sympathizing. "You couldn't have known it was the mountain men. No one could have."

The name 'mountain men' brought a frown to June's lower face. Clarke had gone into detail as far as she could, but there were still unanswered questions. Mount Weather was supposed to be a needed destination long ago, and now, they were being told it was a hostage situation with their friends. "Right, so, these mountain men..." June began. "Do they just, drain grounder blood for themselves? Why?"

"They can't survive. Our bodies can adjust to the levels of radiation left because we were born in space, and whatever grounders can survive keep them alive," Clarke explained. "They seemed nice, chocolate cake and all, but... Those cages..." She stopped, pressing her lips tightly together like she was either still shocked or disgusted by what she saw.

So Bellamy continued for her with a well-pointed question. "How long until chocolate cake turns into being hung upside down and drained for their blood?"

"I don't know," Clarke admitted. "But we don't have much time."

"Okay. First, we find Finn, then our people in Mount Weather," Bellamy decided firmly.

"And Lincoln." The new voice joining in with their conversation had June confused, staring past the fire to see it was Octavia, sitting up, suddenly wide awake and grabbing her bag. "Think we've slept long enough." June was worried them talking might have woken her up, but if they had, Octavia didn't seem bothered.

The group of four walked, tired, towards the village Finn and Murphy were at the rest of the night. June's mind was a whir, the wheels turning, trying to ignore the unsettled feeling weighing down in the pit of her stomach.

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Once the sun rose and the wind picked up, making the trees shift, June was becoming much more awake. According to the map and Octavia, they were getting closer. There's a steep slope of dirt, and she carefully slides down it with her boots digging in deep. She follows both closely and carefully after Octavia, which is why when she comes to a pit stop, June nearly hits her back in the halt. "Woah. What is it?" She asked, concerned, as she peered over Octavia's braids to see that her brother was studying the map wide open in his hands.

"This is it," Bellamy answered as an announcement before sending a look to Octavia. "Which way to the village?" Octavia doesn't answer, and June watched as she took a few steps forward, swaying slowly like she was in a daze. She followed her sight in concern, seeing she was staring straight ahead, towards a statue covered in vine and dirt. It was a man that June had to squint to recognize from textbooks in The Ark, able to label it as the Abraham Lincoln Monument. Bellamy sees the way Octavia's eyes water and looks worried. "O?"

Octavia swallows thickly, her voice wavering as she responds. "The reapers came from there." She points with her sword forward, directly towards the statue. "I couldn't save him. Bell, I couldn't save him," Octavia cried, burying herself into Bellamy's already open arms. June can feel her heart break at her friend's reaction, catching on to what she meant. It was Lincoln, the same grounder who saved her life. June wished she could apologize, express her pity, but Octavia didn't seem to not want to hear it. She didn't blame her, knowing the lose of someone still alive was hard.

It's quiet as they continue following the map and Octavia's orders once she calms down enough to lead alongside Bellamy. June can feel how heavy it is, understanding after the admission, no one wants to upset anyone else. She walks next to Clarke, close to her best friend as they walk past the Abraham Lincoln Monument with their eyes locked on the siblings ahead calmly.

There peace changes when gunshots began ringing in the air.

The adrenaline in June's veins screams at her that the noise isn't right. That there was something wrong, and it sends her bolting towards the sound while holding her gun with both hands. The others are following, all of them equally alarmed, dodging tree branches and flying across the ground. The shots continue to go off, each pop making June's head hurt, desperately trying to figure out what's wrong as she runs, knowing one thing for sure. That grounders don't use guns.

A light shines through the trees, signaling an opening. With one last pump of her aching legs, June dashes through after Octavia, being the second on the scene. She stops, a numb feeling spreading as terror settles in as a replacement.

It's Finn. Bullets are flying from his gun, firing at grounder after grounder. There's so much blood, spewing from the people he's shooting at, and leaking from the bodies on the ground. A few are shouting, some even sobbing in fear. Murphy is the one yelling the loudest, screaming Finn's name as he tugs the back of his jacket to stop him. June feels stuck like she can't move out of the place she's in. Because maybe this would be justified if it was in war. Maybe it would be okay if Finn was defending himself.

But no one was fighting back. The grounders trapped in a circling wall are crouched, crying as they covered their heads. No one else has any weapons, no one is fighting back. Finn was slaughtering people who hadn't done anything. He only stops when he turns, seeing them. He's blurry in June's vision due to the tears that are building up, but she can see his face clearly. Underneath Finn's dry blood is only a murderous glint, a coldness she had never seen. It doesn't even soften when his gaze lands on Clarke.

A young boy close to their age, too young to be gone, is rolled over by Octavia who desperately tries to check on him in shock. Blood pours from his wound and stains the ground, but June can see his body is completely still. No one Finn shot is moving. Everyone who isn't sobbing is dead.

June is still horrified, but she looks towards Finn once more to see he's pleased - no remorse on his face. He believed what he did was alright. "I found you," he breathed out to Clarke, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Clarke shakes her head.

Running wasn't easy when you're tired. June had been exhausted for hours, but she isn't tired anymore when they decided to run away, this time with Finn and Murphy. She has no clue where they're going - back to Camp Jaha, possibly, but what do they do after what Finn had done? She still couldn't believe it. The grounder village was a good distance away, but June can still hear people crying and gunshots echoing like she was back there. It sends a feeling of fury through her as she tears past trees, her heart racing, brown eyes stuck on the back of Finn's head as he runs too.

Then, both Bellamy and Finn stop ahead of June. She isn't sure if they were stopping to catch their breath or talk about the horror they all witnessed Finn commit, but hearing Finn's next words once he scans the area briefly that he has the nerve to say sends her more into an angry state.

"Nobody's following."

Furious, June closes the space between them by bolting ahead with a clenched fist. She comes to a quick stop in front of him, swinging her arm and punching him blindly in the jaw as hard as she could by shifting her weight. "That's because you killed everyone!" June screamed as she launched forward, prepared to hit him again and again.

"June, stop, stop!" Bellamy interrupted, putting an arm in front of her and tugging her back.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" June continued to shout, watching as Finn stumbled to his feet, cupping his bruising jaw. "They were unarmed! There were kids!"

Grip tightening, Bellamy managed to keep June closer to him than Finn as she struggled. "Enough, enough!" He repeated loudly.

"We need to go," Clarke urged them. June stopped fighting against Bellamy, her teeth gritting as she tried to breathe long enough to calm down. Her eyes locked into a meeting with Clarke's, seeing her close friend just as scared as the rest of them, except for Finn. June hates that she's right.

Traveling through the woods again, June doesn't regret the way her knuckles stung the same way she knows Finn could never regret what he had done.