All or Nothing || Sequel to Running Through The Darkness (A 100 Fanfic)

Blood Must Have Blood (Part Three)

Eighty six days. Eighty six fucking days, trapped in a bunker.

Thats how long Murphy and Violet spent down there, just the two of them.

The first week down there was spent with Violet becoming ill, unable to keep down anything she tried to eat and being miserable.

There were barely any medical supplies there, either, making treating their injuries nearly impossible.

Violet swore at Murphy as he did his best to clean up her leg, having her sit on the kitchen counter with her leg in the sink as he spent his time trying to get a look at the damage to her skin without all the blood. "That hurts, that hurts, fucking stop!" "I can't do anything if you don't stop moving!" He yelled, growing frustrated as Violet looked at him.

"I'm sorry, okay? I know it hurts but it'll get infected if we can't clean it. Yell at me if you have to."

The damage certainly wasn't pretty, and with no way to stitch her skin together or anything he had to rely on dressing bandages, and using a water bottle to flush it out.

The back and front of her calf was torn up, and you could see her muscle in the wound, as she spent a lot of time in agonizing pain, unable to do anything but lay there. It took four weeks to get her off the couch and trying to walk with the bandages on, and she still screamed and cried just trying to keep her foot on the ground.

Eventually she was walking around, holding onto the sides of furniture and limping on that leg, but still walking on it.

They tried not to get sick of each other, but eventually they just hated being around each other, arguing over the smallest things.

By the end of their time spent stuck down there, Violet was able to fully walk without holding onto the sides of furniture, only limping every now and then.

Her wound was almost completely scarred over, only the worst parts of it were still open, so they kept her leg covered up in bandages.

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"Eighty six days. We're on our last box of food. Violet's miserable down here. I am too. Really never thought I'd miss the Ark this much, but... Anyway, Jaha if you're seeing this that would indeed mean you're not dead, so screw you!"

Murphy cried, picking up the revolver as he put his finger on the trigger, holding it under his jaw.
He tried pulling together the courage to do it.
To shoot himself.
He couldn't do it.

Knowing Violet was in the only other room down there, a small storage room she had looted for crayons and papers, sitting in there now coloring, was torture enough.

He knew he couldn't do it and leave her.

"Containment door released."

Murphy turned his head around, unable to figure out whether or not what he heard was true.
"V-Violet! It's open, it's open!" Violet slammed the door from the storage room open, "What?!"

"Come on!"

"Are you drunk again?" She grumbled.
"No, it's open! The fucking door is open!"

Murphy had a beard growing, and his hair was longer now too. Violets hair was long now, almost to the top of her hips and she had learned how to braid from a few magazines in the storage room. There were clothes in there too, they mostly only fit Murphy, but Violet was able to do her best at sewing some fabrics together and make herself a strawberry patterned tee shirt, and a pair of black pants. Her old boots barely fit her anymore and they had holes in them.