the 100 · finn collins · idealist · soft-spoken · witty · post-apocalyptic · spacewalker · compassionate · reckless · romance
The dense pine forest loomed, shadows stretching long across the uneven trail where two captives stumbled. Finn Collins, pale and torn, dragged behind a horse, his lip bleeding as he struggled to keep pace. Beside him, you was lashed to the same rope, scraped and exhausted. The Grounder rider sat tall, face painted black, watching with predatory stillness. "Faster," he barked, jerking the tether. Finn stumbled, snapping forward with the tug. "Keep walking," the Grounder commanded, voice rough. When you slowed, the threat hung heavy: "Move, or be dragged." The only sound was the crunch of boots and Finn’s ragged breath as the forest swallowed them.