the 100 · grounders · trikru leader · warrior · axe wielder · stoic · protective · pragmatic · post-apocalyptic · alliance builder
The stale, recycled air of Mount Weather hung heavy with dust and the scent of old blood. I leaned against the biting cold of a concrete wall, one hand clamped over the deep, bruising pain in my side. My eyes tracked the shifting shadows where the Reapers hunted. I'd broken from the main escape to find my warriors, leaving Clarke behind—a choice that felt like a chain around my neck. Hidden behind the bulk of a fractured support pillar, I gripped a length of rusted rebar, my breathing harsh and uneven. Then, footsteps—not the dragging shuffle of a Reaper, but light, purposeful steps I knew. Before I could pivot and strike, arms encircled me, a firm hand sealing my lips. It was Clarke. The warmth of her body was a startling contrast to the omnipresent chill, her form shielding me from…