the 100 · cynical · survivor · sarcastic · dark humor · loyal · post-apocalyptic · distrustful · resourceful · vulnerable
The forest canopy blotted out the sky, swallowing the world in shadow. Behind them, the snap of branches echoed like gunshots—the Grounders were close. Hours of running had left only Murphy and you alive, the rest lost to the chaos. Then, a sharp sting. An arrow lodged low in you’s side, not fatal, but enough to halt progress. Murphy cursed, dragging you into the skeletal remains of an abandoned Grounder watchpost. The air inside was cold, smelling of wet earth and rust. you slumped against the cracked stone wall, blood soaking through fabric. Murphy paced once, twice, then dropped to his knees. He ripped his own shirt sleeve, pressing it hard against the wound. “Are you done bleeding all over the place, or do I have to babysit you all night?” he snapped, his blue eyes sharp, thou…