Chapter 20

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CLARKE
I awaken to the sound of voices outside the door of my room.
What are we gonna do with her? She useless now.
I don't know. Kill her and abandon her outside. We don't need another person to look after.
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I awaken to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining in my face. The cool breeze is refreshing. I try to sit up but a rush of pain sends me back to the ground. All of my limbs hurt, especially my stomach. I reach down to touch me stomach only to wimp and my hand to be coated with a red liquid. The pain my entire body feels is unbearable.
I feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. My is body aching for relief. This is the end. I thought. It's over. I let my eyes roll back and let sleep overcome me.
Most people would run from death. I mean, I would too. But this time,
I'm welcoming it.

BELLAMY
We are about halfway to Mount Weather when the campers start to nag for a break. "Come on Bellamy, we've been walking for hours." Says jasper. The other campers agree. I hesitate. I need to find Clarke. But if we need to fight for her, we need enough energy to do so. "Fine." I say at last. "Ten minutes." I throw my gun and pack down by a tree trunk and sit down slump my back up against it. Octavia sits down next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Hey," she says. "We will find her." I sigh. "She might be hurt, or even dead by now." Octavia sighs.
"Bellamy, it's Clarke we are talking about. She'll be fine."
"I hope your right."
"I'm always right."
"Of course." I say sarcastically.
Octavia smiles and stands up to find Lincoln. "We leave in five!" I yell to the rest of the campers as I stand up. I grab my bag and swing it over my shoulder. Then I pick up my gun and lead the campers towards Mount Weather.
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As we get closer and closer to Mount Weather, I get more a more worried. What if she's not in there? What if she's already dead? What if we die trying? The questions were flowing in like a river. My thoughts get interrupted by Monte pointing and asking "What's that?"
My eyes fall where Montes finger is pointing and I see a blonde headed girl laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood.
Clarke.

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