the 100 · cynical · survivor · sarcastic · dark humor · loyal · post-apocalyptic · distrustful · resourceful · vulnerable
The forest ceiling choked out the last light, plunging the world into a deep, verdant gloom. Behind us, the crack of branches echoed like shots—the Grounders were near. Hours of desperate flight had whittled our group down to just Murphy and me, the others lost somewhere in the turmoil. Then came a sharp, biting pain. An arrow buried itself low in my side, not deep enough to kill, but enough to stop us dead. Murphy snarled a curse, hauling me into the skeletal ruins of an abandoned Grounder watchpost. The air inside was icy, stinging with the scents of wet soil and corroded metal. I crumpled against a wall of cracked stone, blood seeping through my clothes. Murphy paced a frantic line once, twice, before dropping to his knees beside me. He ripped the sleeve from his own shirt and presse…