The 100 - Day 21 / Стоте - Ден 21: ГЛАВА 1

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CHAPTER 1
Wells

#1

ГЛАВА 1
Уелс

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 20:19

No one wanted to stand near the grave. Although four of their own were already buried in the makeshift cemetery, the rest of the hundred were still disturbed by the idea of lowering a body into the ground.

#2

Никой не желаеше да застане близо до гроба. Независимо, че вече четирима от техните бяха погребани в импровизирани гробове, останалите от Стоте все още се смущаваха от идеята да заровиш тяло в земята.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 20:19

No one wanted to stand with their backs to the trees either. Since the attack, a creaking branch had become enough to make the anxious survivors jump. And so, the nearly one hundred people who’d gathered to say good-bye to Asher stood in a tightly packed semicircle, their eyes darting between the corpse on the ground and the shadows in the forest.

#3

Също така никой не желаеше да застане и с гръб към дърветата. След атаката, дори и пречупването на някоя клонка, беше достатъчно да предизвика смут в изнервените оцелели. Приблизително сто човека се бяха събрали за да се сбогуват за последно с Ашър, прилепени един до друг в кръг и с очи постоянно местейки от трупа към сенките в гората.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 20:24

The comforting crackle of the fire was conspicuously absent. They’d run out of firewood last night, and no one had been willing to venture out for more. Wells would’ve gone himself, but he’d been busy digging the grave. No one had volunteered for that job either, except for a tall, quiet Arcadian boy named Eric.

#4

Отсъстваше утешителното пукане на огъня. Дървата им свършиха предната нощ и никой не искаше да отиде за още. Уелс щеше сам да отиде, но беше зает с копаенето на гроба. Никой не искаше да свърши и тази работа, освен едно мълчаливо момче от Аркадия на име Ерик.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 20:32

“Are we sure he’s really dead?” Molly whispered, edging back from the deep hole, as if worried it might swallow her up as well. She was only thirteen but looked younger. At least, she’d used to. Wells remembered helping her after the crash, when tears and ash had streaked her round cheeks. Now the girl’s face was thin, almost gaunt, and there was a cut on her forehead that didn’t look like it’d been properly cleaned.

#5

- Сигурни ли сме, че е мъртъв? - прошепна Моли, отдръпвайки се от ръба на дупката, сякаш уплашена, че може да погълне и нея. Тя беше само на тринадесет години, но изглеждаше по-малка. Поне до скоро. Уелс помнеше, че и помогна след като корабът им катастрофира, тогава закръглените и бузи бяха белязани от ивици сълзи и пепел. Сега лицето на момичето беше слабо, почти мършаво и на челото и имаше прорезна рана, която не изглеждаше
правилно почистена.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 20:32

Wells’s eyes flashed involuntarily to Asher’s neck, to the ragged wound where the arrow had pierced his throat. It’d been two days since Asher died, two days since the mysterious figures materialized on the ridge, upending everything the Colonists had ever been told, everything they thought they knew.

#6

Очите на Уелс се стрелнаха неволно към врата на Ашър, там където стрелата го беше уцелила. Бяха изминали два дни от смъртта на Ашър, два дни, от материализирането на мистериозните фигури на хребета, разбивайки на пух и прах всичко в което колонистите някога бяха вярвали, всичко което някога си мислеха, че знаят.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 21:02

They had been sent to Earth as living test subjects, the first people to set foot on the planet in three hundred years. But they were mistaken.

#7

Те бяха пратени на Земята, като живи тестови обекти, като първите хора стъпвали на планетата от триста години насам. Но грешаха.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 21:04

Some people had never left.

#8

Някой хора никога не я бяха напускали.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 21:05

It had all happened so quickly. Wells hadn’t realized anything was wrong until Asher fell to the ground, gagging as he swiped desperately at the arrow lodged in his throat. That’s when Wells spun around—and saw them. Silhouetted against the setting sun, the strangers looked more like demons than humans. Wells had blinked, half expecting the figures to vanish. There was no way they were real.

#9

Всичко се случи толкова бързо. Уелс не осъзна, че нещо не е наред, докато Ашър не падна на земята, давейки се и ръкомахайки към стрелата забита в гърлото му. Тогава Уелс се извърна и ги видя. Очертания на фигури на фона на залязващото слънце, странно изглеждащи - повече приличаха на демони от колкото на хора. Уелс примигна с надеждата фигурите да изчезнат. Нямаше как да са истински.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 21:16

But hallucinations didn’t shoot arrows.

#10

Но халюцинациите не стреляха по хората.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 21:17

After his calls for help went unheeded, Wells had carried Asher to the infirmary tent, where they stored the medical supplies they’d salvaged from the fire. But it was no use. By the time Wells began frantically digging for bandages, Asher was already gone.

#11

След като зовът му за помощ беше пренебрегнат, Уелс пренесе Ашър в болничната палатка, къде и бяха складирали лекарствата, който бяха успели да спасят от пожара. По времето когато Уелс започна трескаво да търси превръзки, Ашър вече беше мъртъв.

yana_lefterova 24.04.19 в 21:24

How could there be people on Earth? It was impossible. No one had survived the Cataclysm. That was incontrovertible, as deeply ingrained in Wells’s mind as the fact that water froze at 0 degrees Celsius, or that planets revolved around the sun. And yet, he’d seen them with his own eyes. People who certainly hadn’t come down on the dropship from the Colony. Earthborns.

#12

“He’s dead,” Wells said to Molly as he rose wearily to his feet before realizing that most of the group was staring at him. A few weeks ago, their expressions would’ve been full of distrust, if not outright contempt. No one believed that the Chancellor’s son had actually been Confined. It’d been all too easy for Graham to convince them that Wells had been sent to spy for his father. But now, they were looking at him expectantly.

#13

In the chaos after the fire, Wells had organized teams to sort through the remaining supplies and start building permanent structures. His interest in Earth architecture, once a source of annoyance to his pragmatic father, had enabled Wells to design the three wooden cabins that now stood in the center of the clearing.

#14

Wells glanced up at the darkening sky. He’d give anything to have the Chancellor see the cabins eventually. Not to prove a point—after seeing his father shot on the launch deck, Wells’s resentment had drained faster than the color from the Chancellor’s cheeks. Now he only wished his father would someday get to call Earth home. The rest of the Colony was supposed to join them once conditions on Earth were deemed safe, but twenty-one days had passed without so much as a glimmer from the sky.

#15

As Wells lowered his eyes back to the ground, his thoughts returned to the task at hand: saying farewell to the boy they were about to send to a much darker resting place.

#16

A girl next to him shivered. “Can we move this along?” she said. “I don’t want to stand out here all night.”

#17

“Watch your tone,” another girl named Kendall snapped, her delicate lips drawn into a frown. At first, Wells had assumed she was a fellow Phoenician, but he’d eventually realized that her haughty stare and clipped cadence were just an impression of the girls Wells had grown up with. It was a fairly common practice among young Waldenites and Arcadians, although he’d never met anyone who did it quite as well as Kendall.

#18

Wells turned his head from side to side, searching for Graham, the only other Phoenician aside from Wells and Clarke. He didn’t generally like letting Graham take control of the group, but the other boy had been friends with Asher and was better equipped than Wells to speak at his funeral. However, his was one of the few faces missing from the crowd—aside from Clarke’s. She’d set off right after the fire with Bellamy to search for his sister, leaving nothing but the memory of the five toxic words she’d hurled at Wells before she left: You destroy everything you touch.

#19

A crack sounded from the woods, unleashing gasps from the crowd. Without thinking, Wells pulled Molly behind him with one arm and grabbed a shovel with the other.

#20

A moment later, Graham stepped into the clearing, flanked by two Arcadians—Azuma and Dmitri—and a Walden girl named Lila. The three boys were carrying armfuls of wood, while Lila had a few branches tucked under her arm.

#21

“So that’s where the other axes went,” a Waldenite named Antonio said, eyeing the tools slung over Azuma’s and Dmitri’s shoulders. “We could’ve used those this afternoon, you know.”

#22

Graham raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the newest cabin. They were finally getting the hang of it; there were no gaps in the roof this time, which meant it would be much warmer and drier at night. None of the structures had windows, though. They were too time-consuming to cut, and without access to glass or plastic, they would be little more than gaping holes in the walls.

#23

“Trust me, this is more important,” Graham said, raising the pile of wood in his arms.

#24

“Firewood?” Molly asked. She flinched as Graham snorted.

#25

“No, spears. A few wooden shacks aren’t going to keep us safe. We need to defend ourselves. The next time those bastards show up, we’ll be ready.” His eyes settled on Asher, and an unfamiliar expression flitted across Graham’s face. His customary veneer of anger and arrogance had cracked, revealing something like real grief.

#26

“Do you want to join us for a minute?” Wells asked, softening. “I thought we’d say a few words for Asher. You knew him well, so maybe you’d like to—”

#27

“It seems like you have everything under control,” Graham cut him off, avoiding Asher’s body as he met Wells’s eyes. “Carry on, Chancellor.”

#28

By the time the sun had fully set, Wells and Eric were placing the final shovelfuls of dirt on the new grave while Priya wrapped flowers around the wooden marker. The rest of the group had drifted away, either to avoid watching the actual burial or to stake out a spot in one of the new cabins. Each could fit about twenty comfortably, thirty if people were too tired—or too cold—to complain about errant legs sprawled across their mound of charred blankets, or the odd elbow to the face.

#29

Wells was disappointed, though not surprised, to discover that Lila had once again claimed one of the cabins for Graham and his friends, leaving the younger kids shivering in the cold as they looked warily around the shadow-filled clearing. Even with volunteer guards keeping watch, no one left outside was in for a restful night.

#30

“Hey,” Wells said as Graham strode past carrying one of his partially completed spears. “Since you and Dmitri are taking the second guard shift, why don’t you two sleep outside? It’ll be easier for me to find you when my shift’s over.”

#31

Before Graham could respond, Lila sauntered up and hooked her arm through his. “You promised you’d stay with me tonight, remember? I’m too afraid to sleep on my own,” she said, affecting a breathy, high-pitched voice that was a far cry from her usually snapping tone.

#32

“Sorry,” Graham said to Wells, shrugging. Wells could hear the smug grin in his voice. “I hate going back on my word.” Graham tossed his spear to Wells, who caught it in one hand. “I’ll take a shift tomorrow night, if we’re not all dead by then.”

#33

Lila gave an exaggerated shudder. “Graham,” she chastised. “You shouldn’t talk like that!”

#34

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” Graham said, wrapping his arm around her. “Or else I’ll make sure your last night on Earth is the best of your life.” Lila giggled, and Wells fought the urge to roll his eyes.

#35

“Maybe you should both sleep outside,” Eric said as he emerged from the shadows. “That way, the rest of us might have a chance of getting some rest.”

#36

Graham scoffed. “Don’t pretend like I didn’t see Felix sneaking away from your bedroll this morning, Eric. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a hypocrite.”

#37

A hint of a rare smile flickered across Eric’s face. “Yes, but you didn’t hear us.”

#38

“Come on,” Lila said, dragging Graham forward. “Let’s go before Tamsin gives our bed away.”

#39

“Do you want me to take this shift with you?” Eric offered, looking at Wells.

#40

Wells shook his head. “It’s okay. Priya’s already out checking the perimeter.”

#41

“Do you think they’ll be back?” Eric asked, lowering his voice.

#42

Wells glanced over his shoulder, searching for any eavesdroppers in the darkness, then nodded. “It was more than a warning. It was a show of force. Whoever they are, they want us to know that they aren’t happy we’re here.”

#43

“No. Clearly they’re not,” Eric said, turning to look across the clearing where Asher was buried. With a sigh, he said good night to Wells and headed toward the clump of makeshift cots, which Felix and some of the others had clustered around the empty fire pit out of habit.

#44

Wells hoisted the spear over his shoulder and turned around to find Priya. He’d only taken a few steps when his shoulder bumped into something, and a yelp rang out in the darkness.

#45

“Are you okay?” Wells asked, stretching out a steadying hand.

#46

“I’m fine,” a girl said shakily. It was Molly.

#47

“Where are you sleeping tonight? I’ll help you find your bed.”

#48

“Outside. There was no more room in the cabins.” Her voice was small.

#49

Wells was overcome with an urge to grab Graham and Lila and toss them in the stream. “Are you warm enough?” he asked. “I can get you a blanket.” He’d steal it off Graham’s body if need be.

#50

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