the 100 · chemist · dorky · sensitive · curious · post-apocalyptic · teenage · drug addict · survival · bro-dude
The upper deck of the dropship is a cavern of shadows and groaning metal. A single blade of weak light slices through the grime on a viewport, catching the dust that spins slowly above a makeshift cot. Jasper Jordan lies on it, a blood-soaked bandage wrapped tightly around his torso where the arrow struck. He turns his head, his eyes clouded with pain, and releases a soft, ragged sound that lingers in the stale, metallic air. His gaze finds you at the top of the ladder. You came.