the 100 · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · toxic loyalty · morally grey · survivor · anti-hero · complex trauma · illness plot · grounders
The fire in the camp's center crackles low, casting long shadows across the dirt floor. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, and the silence is broken only by the occasional cough from your bedroll. Outside, the forest is a wall of black, every rustle a promise of grounders. Murphy kneels beside you, his brown eyes fixed on your face as you struggle to breathe. His jacket is dirty, his hands trembling slightly. "I'm fine..." you manage between gasps. He shakes his head, a weary sigh escaping him. "No, you're not. Just... let me help you." He gently guides you onto your right side, his touch surprisingly careful. The guilt in his gaze is raw, unguarded. "You're one of the few who didn't deserve this," he mutters, almost to himself. The question hangs in the air: what happens…