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Black Rain - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Thirty-Three

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Summary: After the fish and insects and animals dying, the black rain arrived, forcing everyone to find shelter, harming and killing a lot of them. It was hard on all of them but they pushed through it, they had to. And then, it turned out Jaha was right about the second dawn bunker and it existed. They had a chance to survive the fire that would ravage the whole earth soon.

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Warnings: The 100 season 4 spoilers (episode 7 'Gimme shelter", episode 8 "God complex" & episode 9 "DNR"), mention of suicide attempt (mere mention of a scar, nothing else)

Michelle and her father walked up to Bellamy as he parked the rover in the middle of camp. She glanced at the sky. In less than a few hours, it had become threateningly yellow and was covered with thick clouds. Black rain was really coming this time and Octavia was still somewhere out there and her brother was understandably beyond concerned for her safety. She knew he felt like he was failing her, but there was really nothing else he could do. As she was looking up, she felt something drop on her temple and flinched, turning her head aside with a frown. Kane and Bellamy began yelling at everyone around them as they pushed Michelle to run towards the station. She stumbled a bit and ran inside with the others, sheltering herself and a child with a large piece of tarp she had grabbed while running. Thunder rumbled and lighting flashed in the distance as the acidic rain intensified and people ran to take shelter inside the station. Inside, everyone rushed to pour water on themselves, some of them even took off their clothes.

Water dripped from Michelle’s hair and face. She squeezed out her hair with one hand and wiped her face with the palm of the other, catching her breath, and looked around to see where her father and Bellamy were. She saw them, right by the door and jogged over to them, weaving between the panicked people crowded in the hallway. From what she heard Bellamy say as she approached, someone was still out there. She didn’t step too close to the door but peered outside and saw a man lying on the ground. He was still moving and screaming in pain. They didn’t waste any more time, told her to stay put and they grabbed a piece of tarp and a large jacket, and she watched anxiously as they went out. They quickly got to him, helped him up, putting his arm around their shoulders and rushed him inside. Two guards came at the door to get him as he screamed, his face twisted by the pain he was in, and they took him away.

“I have to find Octavia.” Bellamy exclaimed, speaking over the pouring rain.

“She’s not here. She took off hours ago.”

“I gotta find her.” He was about to leave again when Kane grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Bellamy, look. We don’t know where she went. You just got back, and the rover doesn’t have enough power to go searching through the woods.”

“The rain will kill her.”

“She’s smart. You gotta trust that she found shelter, okay?” He was worried sick for his sister, but ended up acquiescing, glancing at the car still parked by the gate. Kane quickly checked his daughter but seeing as she was fine, he was reassured and went to check on the rest of their people. Michelle then looked back at Bellamy and for half a second, seeing him walk towards the door, she thought he was going to run outside but he just pulled the door closed.

“All wet clothing in the designated zone.” Kane then told everyone. Having been one of the first to cover themselves from the rain and get inside, the few driops of rain that did fall on her had done no damage to her jacket or skin and had already dried, but she still took it off along with her shirt and kept on dousing herself in water to wash her skin. She would retrieve it later. It was literally the only piece of clothing in the entire station with a USA flag patch on it, and she had written her name inside of it, as well as her grandfather’s and her Hawaiian great grandfather’s. Her mother had been the only one in their line to never wear it.

Bellamy was right next to her and her eyes briefly wandered over his bare torso. Someone called out to them over a radio, and she turned her head to her father as he took it in his hand, pulling out the antenna. “This is chancellor Kane. I hear you. Can you hear me?”

“Kane— Kane, it’s Mark Colton.” He motioned for the people around them to be quiet so he could hear the man better. “Look, please, my son is soaked with black rain. Please. You gotta help us. Hurry!”

The three of them shared a look and Michelle saw in Bellamy’s eyes that it was going to give him another reason to want to go out and try to help these people. It made her worry about him. Everyone was moved to the hangar, where there was more room for all of them. Some were coughing or lying on makeshift beds. The medical bay was already full of people sick from the rain’s radiation. It had taken some time for the symptoms to show up but a lot of them had been affected with this ARS that Abby had told them about – Acute radiation sickness. Michelle was still perfectly fine, to Kane and Bellamy’s relief. And so were they.

“Bellamy, there's really nothing I can say to change your mind, huh?” The latter had put on a protective suit which he had attempted to fully seal with lots of gaffer tape, still wrapping some of it around his wrists. He insisted that he had to go help the people out there, assuring her he would be careful.

“Everyone else accounted for?” He then asked as he saw Kane walk towards them.

“Jaha and Monty reported in from sector 5. All 200 of their people are safe. The other sectors are still counting. We’re down two.”

“Not for long.” They looked over at Harper trying to take care of the man who fell in the rain while everyone was getting inside. He was unwell from the prolonged exposure and coughed badly.

“Bellamy, the fire damage to that suit could cause tears you can’t see, much less seal.”

“I tried telling him.” Michelle said quietly, watching him as he kept on putting tape all over the suit.

“It’s the best we got.” Kane grabbed his hand, making Bellamy look up at him.

“That’s Mark Colton out there. I know him. He’s resourceful. Right now, they’re under an overhang, out of the rain.”

“His son Peter was one of the 100. I’m doing this.” Michelle shook her head with a sigh, resting her hand on the edge of the table. He grabbed the mask and walked out of the hangar. She followed him all the way to the door and called out to him as he stopped to put on the mask. He looked over his shoulder and turned around.

“Be careful, okay?”

“I will.” They gazed at each other and shared a loving kiss before he finally put on his mask and pushed the door open, glancing at her as he walked out. She held her arms, watching him anxiously and looked behind her upon feeling hands clasp her shoulders. It was just her father. She pulled her eyebrows together in worry when she saw Bellamy bent forward and suddenly start running. Kane called out to him, urging him to turn around but he didn’t listen to him, or maybe he couldn’t hear him with the noise the rain was making. Michelle reflexively took a step forward, letting her arms fall to her side and her father’s grip tightened slightly to keep her where she was, though she wouldn’t have actually walked in the rain. He took his hand off her to grab his radio.

“Bellamy, what the hell happened? Bellamy. Bellamy come in.”

“You were right. The suit’s useless.” He said, panting.

“You gotta come back in. Bring the rover to the airlock.” They then heard Colton’s voice come over the radio, talking to Bellamy.

“Are you on the move yet? Peter doesn’t look so good.” He asked.

“He’s been through worse. We’ll get through this too. I’m on my way.”

“No.” Michelle spoke under her breath, glancing at the radio and looking to the rover as the engine started. Her father then turned a button and asked Bellamy to come on the private channel.

“No more lectures. I can’t find my sister, but I do know where they are.” He turned a deaf ear to whatever Kane then tried to tell him and asking him to stop didn’t do anything. He turned on the rover’s headlight, turning the car towards the gate, but he did stop for a moment to listen to Kane.

“No unnecessary risks. You come home safe.”

“I got this.” He drove out of camp and both of them, but especially Michelle, were nervous and concerned about him, gulping. He then closed the airlock, and they returned to the hangar, sitting together in a corner of the room, with the radio on the table waiting for Bellamy to come in. Michelle was staring at the radio, lying on the table, her cheek crushed against her arm. Bellamy could be heard calling out to Colton and his son but having no response from them for some time. She followed her father with her eyes as he picked up the radio, listening carefully. Eventually, Colton’s voice rose but he cut himself off as though something had happened but all he then said was his son’s name. The wind had shifted, moving the overhang around and the rain was falling on them. There was nothing all for them to use as cover and Peter’s father was using himself to shield his son from the rain. Bellamy told him he would be there in just a couple minutes and was suddenly interrupted. Michelle straightened up, glancing at her father.

“Bellamy, I don’t see the lights. Where are you?”

“Just— Just a minor delay. Just— Just hang on.”

“No! No! No, we can’t. We can’t! How long?”

“Bellamy, what’s happening?” Kane asked on the private channel. “Answer. What minor delay?”

“Stuck in the mud. Gonna use the winch to get me out.”

“Negative.” He stood up from the stool he had been sitting on. “Bellamy, you have no suit, and I can hear the rain over the radio. Please, just… just wait for the storm to pass. Is that clear?” On the other channel, Colton coughed, urging Bellamy to come help him and his son and Michelle could hear from his silence that he was having conflicting thoughts on the situation and what to do. Michelle’s worried frowned accentuated. “Bellamy. If you go into that storm, 3 people die instead of two. You’re out of options. It’s time to let go.

“What am I supposed to tell them?”

He shook his head, “The truth.”

“Mark. Peter. I can’t get to you.”

“What? No. We’ll come to you. Please, I can carry him.” Michelle let her head fall forward, looking down at her hands.

“It’s too far, Mark. You won’t make it.” Bellamy told him.

“We won’t make it here!”

“Look, I— I’m sorry. You just— your only chance is just to wait a little longer, and when the rain stops, I can dig out.”

“My son is dying!” He cried out. “He’s dying right now. You said that you would help us. Please!” Hearing him beg was heartbreaking. It felt just like when Michelle found Abby and Kane after they landed in that lake near the dropship and she was told of her mother’s death and lashed out at Kane, crying and screaming at him, putting all the blame on him for what happened to her mother. She glanced at her father. He leaned on the table, resting his forehead against his hand. He then switched the channel.

“Abby, are you there? Come in.”

“I’m here. Ah, it’s so good to hear your voice.”

“I have bad news, Abby. The black rain’s here. It’s worse than we thought. It, uh— it burns on contact. It kills. After today, the water won’t be drinkable. We lost what we had stored in the fire. We have enough for a couple of weeks, but after that—”

“I know what happens after that.”

“We need a solution. Abby, are you there?”

“I’m here.” She paused. “There may be a solution.”

“That’s great.”

“But to find it, I have to do something that I never thought I’d have to do.”

“You’ll make the right decision.” He gave a nod. “You always do.”

“Can I ask you something? If I take a life… to find a— cure… Does that make me a murderer?”

He sighed, “Abby, I… I don’t know how to answer that. I wish I did.”

“What if it can save us all? Would I be able to live with myself then?”

“Taking a life should never be easy. I hope it’s not easy for you. Your humanity is your greatest strength. Sometimes we need a different kind of strength. We need to survive. Then we can all find our humanity again.”

“I hope you’re right, Marcus.” He then looked over his shoulder as they heard Harper cry. The man lying on the mattress in front of her was dead. She sobbed and closed his eyes. It was a pretty depressing day overall, but their attention soon went back to the radio when Bellamy’s voice came on. He was calling out to Colton and his son. Her father took a few steps away from the table, terminating his conversation with Abby. According to Bellamy, the rain was almost over, but he wasn’t getting any response from the father and son. He was desperately trying to talk to them, but there was only a deafening silence.

“Bellamy…” Her father spoke. “You did your best.”

“I failed. They’re dead.”

“It’s not your fault. I can’t protect anyone.” With her elbow resting on the table, she let her forehead fall on her fist and closed her eyes, conscious of how hurt and powerless this all made him feel. “I couldn’t protect my sister. My responsibility, and I failed. My mom passed out. She was there. She was in my hands. She was so helpless, and now what is she? Is she even alive? What is she? I—”

“You didn’t fail, Bellamy. You did everything you could for her. You came to the ground for her. You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. Your mother would be proud of the man you’ve become. I know I am.” Michelle looked at him. Bellamy remained silent for a few seconds. She wasn’t sure he appreciated Kane mentioning his mother, and she was right given how he replied.

“You floated my mother.” He then went radio silent, having probably disconnected his radio so as not to hear any more from Kane. Michelle locked eyes with him and she rested her head on his shoulder. He held her against him tenderly. By the time the sun came up, the rain had stopped. They stayed near the radio but didn’t hear from Bellamy or Octavia the whole day and they walked out of the station when they heard the rover drive in camp, slowly approaching as Bellamy came out of the vehicle.

“Still no word from Octavia.” Kane said. Bellamy’s eyes were shining, and he nodded, looking away. “I’m sorry.”

“You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.” He looked defeated. And he was, as he quoted Kane’s own words. He then turned his head towards Michelle and walked up to her. They wrapped their arms around each other, his cheek resting against her temple as he held her tightly, his hand grabbing at her waist. She felt his shaky breath against her ear, and he sniffled, sobbing quietly.

By the time it was dawn, a total of 18 people had died from ARS in total. The bodies were wrapped and carried outside and lined up while others built a pire big enough for all the dead and each body was then placed on top of the pire, carefully, and with respect. Some people were gathered by the pire. Michelle glanced at Bellamy next to her. The two of them were standing further away. He was staring ahead of him, his arms crossed, and feeling her gaze, he turned his head towards her. She put a comforting hand on his shoulder, hating that he felt so guilty, as though he hadn’t only failed his sister but everyone else as well. He tilted his head forward.

“I know it took courage to be outside with us today,” Jaha spoke, holding the flame with which he would set fire to the pire. “to stand together now in the face of grave danger and grave tragedy. On the ark, rain like this was only a dream. Now it’s a nightmare, because we know it could turn at any second and kill us, just like it did to 18 of our brothers and sisters, who we honor today among them, Erin, Samuel, and Louis. May we meet again.”

“May we meet again.” They all repeated in unison. Jaha lowered the torch, and the flames licked the logs as Jasper walked past Bellamy and Michelle.

“Too many funerals, too little time.”

“Show some respect for the dead.” Bellamy disapproved of his careless attitude. Michelle agreed with him, though she couldn’t care less about Jasper to be honest. She brought her back to her body and crossed her arms in the same fashion as Bellamy.

“What for? They don’t mind.” He slowed down his pace to look at him over his shoulder and kept on walking. He shrugged, walking backwards, when Bellamy asked where he was going. He was leaving, just like this, no chem tent in case of black rain, nothing. Bellamy called out to him and after being ignored a couple times, he jogged after Jasper. Michelle stayed where she was, watching the pire as the flame grew taller. Hearing Bellamy keep on calling Jasper’s name, she looked at him. He was running after Jasper as the latter nonchalantly walked out of camp. She didn’t think it was a big deal, knowing they would be back soon, and they would be safe anyway – Bellamy was equipped and had everything they might need, including a chem tent, in his backpack. She just hoped Jasper’s carelessness wouldn’t get Bellamy in harm’s way.

She eventually walked in the station, going to rest in their bedroom as she wasn’t exactly needed anywhere. Taking off her jacket, she let herself fall on the bed and looked at the names she had written inside; Michelle Cartwig, Jonathan Cartwig, her maternal grandfather, Aolani Kealoha, her great grandmother, whose name was quite beautiful though she had no idea what it might mean in Hawaiian and the name at the top, the original and first owner of this piece of clothing, a former US Navy, John R. Kealoha, her great great grandfather. She didn’t know much about those ancestors of hers but at least she knew their names and where they came from, unlike the people on her father’s side, where she only knew her grandmother, Vera, who used to keep this weird tree around which people would gather as if it were a religious symbol or something.

She had heard a number of things about her mother’s side, but she never met any of them. They were all dead before Michelle was born. She knew that John R. Kealoha was the ancestor through which she had native Hawaiian ancestry, and he married a Chinese immigrant. They had their daughter, Aolani, on the Ark, so Michelle’s great grandmother was the first generation to be born and raised in space. She was the first to inherit her father’s jacket and became an Ark guard as soon as she was old enough to, following in her father’s footsteps. She climbed the ladder and became a higher up in the guard. Later in her life, she met Michael Cartwig, to whom Michelle owed her last name, another man of the American Station, of British descent, and together they had her mother, who joined the guard like her mother, and then became a member of the council on the Ark, where she eventually met Kane, and there she was. Michelle had been told all this by her mother – aside from who her father’s was – as well as the fact that her name had been inspired by her grandfather’s. Michelle had always loved to hear about her family’s history. Maybe it compensated for how little she knew of her father’s identity and family.

Cheering, rock music was playing in the hangar when Michelle walked in, looking around, wondering what was going on in there. If there was something like a party going on, maybe Jasper was back, and therefore Bellamy so she wandered around the room, looking for either of them, but specifically the latter. She saw them walk in a minute later through the same door she walked in through. She stopped in her tracks and waited for them to get closer. Bellamy noticed her and she walked towards him. He seemed to have no idea what was going on but neither did she, so they followed Jasper. He looked at the two of them, but they didn’t look that into it. Bellamy sighed at his invitation to come along.

“Everyone’s gonna die, guys. We can go out like them…” He motioned towards the sick people resting on the mattresses behind them and turned to the side where the rest of them were partying. “Or like us. The ending’s the same, but who says the journey had to suck?” He walked away and started shouting and the crowd cheered, raising their glasses full of alcohol. Bellamy and Michelle watched them drink and dance around, still pondering whether they should leave or join them. Michelle shrugged and turned to Bellamy. He wasn’t too convinced at first but let her hold his hand and bring him over to where the party was. Jasper cheered upon seeing them arrive.

“Michelle, the voice of reason! Good idea. Let someone else save the world for once.” He laughed, handing them two cups filled with what Michelle thought was alcohol at first, but it turned out to be very different. They drank it dry, and she chuckled, wondering what was in there. It turned out to be hallucinogenic tea made by Niyah with the same beans they ate back at the dropship one day, but it was on accident then. They were doing it on purpose now, to have some fun while the world ended outside.

After going to Polis, Jaha, Kane and Monty returned the next night and everyone gathered around Jaha in the hangar as he told them the news – they had found the actual Second Dawn bunker. Michelle couldn’t believe it was true this time around, after how disappointing the first bunker was, with all these corpses everywhere.

“There is an underground aquifer, with a filtration system that is still operational. Some of the water will go to the hydroponic farm. Isn’t that right, Mr. Green?” He pointed at Monty, next to Bellamy, Michelle and Harper.

“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Almost.” He added the last word in a lower voice, looking at Harper. Michelle had almost forgotten the two were a couple. She hadn’t hung out around Monty much lately. Jaha continued his speech.

“It won’t be easy. There will be plenty of hard work to go around. But together we have struggled. And together we will rise.” The crowd cheered. “Pack your things. Just what you can carry.”

Harper then walked away, and Bellamy approached their friend, “Jaha was right.”

“Yeah, can’t believe it.” Michelle chuckled.

Monty turned towards them, “Got a lot of gear to pack. Sure you two aren’t too hung over?”

“You judging us, Monty?” Bellamy asked, at first thinking he wasn’t serious, but it turned out he was.

“A little.”

“There was no hope. Now there’s hope. Let’s go.” He concluded with a smile, and the three of them went to find Jasper on the other side of the hangar. He rose his cup at him with a tight smile. “Give him a minute. They’ll figure it out when we take the still.”

“There’s one in the bunker.” He then said as they left. They went their separate ways and Bellamy and Michelle passed by their bedroom to pack their things before going to take care of packing all the gear in the armory. They later found out that while most of them were packing, getting ready to take off to Polis, Jasper and a little over a dozen people had locked themselves in the hangar. The guard tried to force it open, but it was jammed, as all the other doors to the hangar were, and couldn’t be opened from their side. Michelle stood right behind Bellamy and Monty; her arms crossed over her chest. She wasn’t a part of the guard – she was also the only one present not wearing the black guard uniform – though she did often go on missions as if she were, because she was trustworthy and a good shot, but unlike the lot of them, she wasn’t exactly allowed to carry a gun inside the camp, but in anycase, she was there at the moment because she was sticking by Bellamy’s side.

“This is the door to blow.” The guard showed the door behind him.

“How many gas canisters do we have?” Jaha enquired.

“You can’t be serious.” Bellamy looked at him in disbelief, disapproving of the mere thought of using the gas canister.

“In Mount weather, we beat the gas by using water. Jasper will be ready for that.” Monty added.

“Just slow down. Let me talk to them.”

“Bellamy, we have over 400 people ready to march.” The former chancellor wasn’t in the mood to talk. He clearly saw this all ordeal as a huge waste of time. Jasper stumbled towards the door, drunk, and a gun in his hand – apparently Harper’s, and it was apparently not the only gun they might have in there. Jasper’s face got close to the glass, and he laid his hand flat on the surface with DNR written on his palm – do not resuscitate. Michelle stared at the message on his hand.

“They wanna die in there.” Bellamy crossed her gaze before turning to the door, pressing the coms’ button to try and talk to Jasper, asking him to put the gun down and open the door but they weren’t coming out.

“This is insane.” Monty made Bellamy move aside. “Are you really willing to die, when there’s a way to live? Are they?”

“That’s just it. We don’t think it’s a way to live.”

“Just go. Please.” Harper appeared behind Jasper, begging them to leave them alone. Jaha showed his impatience as he told the other guard to set the charge on the door and warned the rest not to fire unless fired upon. Bellamy rose his voice, not wanting the situation to escalate.

“No. Ok, just— just wait.” The explosive charge timer was activated. There was less than 2 minutes before it blew up the door. Monty walked away, dejected knowing that his best friend and girlfriend wanted to die. “Jasper, people will get hurt. I know you care about that.”

“If you don’t want anyone anyone to get hurt, don’t open the door.” They heard shouting over the coms as he walked away, going back to the party. Jaha approached the door, calling out to Jasper by his last name.

“Mr Jordan, I will not leave children here to die.”

“You sent them down to die.” Bellamy confronted him. “The difference now, is that they have a choice. And so do you.”

“This is what they want.” Michelle nodded, backing him up and as she said earlier, they wanted to die in there. She didn’t see why they should force them out of the hangar if they didn’t want to be saved.

“They’re wasted. They don’t know what they want.” Monty argued, frowning. Jaha looked through the glass at the people on the other side of the door and told the guards to stand down. The one that had set up the charge took it down and the group left but Monty insisted. “You can’t.”

“I’m sorry, son. Bellamy and Michelle are right. We can’t save them if they don’t want to be saved.” And on those words, he walked away, leaving the three of them in the hallway.

“If Octavia was in there, would you let her stay?”

“If Octavia was in there… At least I’d get to say goodbye.” He shrugged, his eyes getting slightly shiny at the mention of his sister, and he left with Michelle. Monty stayed behind, probably still wanting to try to talk to Jasper and Harper. Everyone had grabbed their bags, walking towards the exit as Bellamy reminded them of the threat of black rain and that while the rain falling outside at the moment was regular rain, it could turn acidic and radioactive any moment, and to stay near the person with their assigned chem tent. It wouldn’t be too hard for Michelle since the person with her assigned chem tent was Bellamy himself. Michelle stood by Bellamy as they let everyone walk past and looking back, they saw Jasper and Harper standing there. “Not too late to change your mind.”

“Yes, it its.” Jasper spoke. “You can still stay, you know?”

“I’m not a quitter.” He gave him a friendly smile. Jasper’s eyes went to Michelle, and she knew he wondered what she thought about this.

“Tried to quit once…” She softly shook her head, adding a light, joking tone to her words. She felt Bellamy glancing at her. They had never really talked about it, but she did try to kill herself at some point during her solitary confinement, and she had a scar on her arm as an eternal reminder of it and Bellamy had seen it before but because she never brought it up, he didn’t, out of respect for her. That was maybe the reason why she understood Jasper’s choice so well – they wanted to go out on their own accord, and so did she, instead of waiting to be floated. “didn’t really work out for me.”

“Thanks for understanding.” Jasper grinned, pleased to see they accepted their decision.

“Where’s Monty?” Harper then asked.

“Unloading the rover. We’re leaving it behind for you, by the way. He didn’t say goodbye?” Bellamy wondered. She didn’t say anything else and shook her head.

“Take care of him for us, will you?” She chuckled, her voice shaking as though she was about to cry. Michelle bit her lower lip, glancing at Bellamy. He gave his promise he would and hugged her before turning to Jasper, sighing heavily. Michelle and Harper shared a brief hug as well. They had never been close friends, but it didn’t make it any less sad for Michelle. Jasper’s response to Bellamy telling him “May we meet again” was even sadder. They wouldn’t meet again.

“Whatever the hell you want.” They looked at each other and Jasper laughed as they embraced. Bellamy stepped back and Michelle stepped forward, hugging Jasper as well before the two left, walking out of the station for good. There would be no turning back and they would never see these people ever again. She didn’t really know most of them personally, but they were some of the original 100 sent to the ground in the very beginning, people she survived with for weeks.

It was already dark when the 400 or so people who had left Arkadia arrived in Polis. Bellamy and Michelle met in the tower with Clarke as she told them of the situation – after the black rain recently, there was now going to be a conclave. One final conclave, in which one warrior from each clan would fight until only one remained, and the winner’s clan took the Second Dawn bunker for themselves, ensuring their survival when praimfaya came, dooming everyone else. They knew it was practically hopeless but as Clarke put it “we fight, or we die.”

But some hope returned when they saw, as they looked at the city which would soon turn into a warzone, a figure approaching on a horse – Octavia.

[To be continued…]

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Published (08/20/2024) by Andrea

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