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 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
A girl next to him shivered. “Can we move this along?” she said. “I don’t want to stand out here all night.” #17 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
“Trust me, this is more important,” Graham said, raising the pile of wood in his arms. #24 в контекст | | |
“Firewood?” Molly asked. She flinched as Graham snorted. #25 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
Lila gave an exaggerated shudder. “Graham,” she chastised. “You shouldn’t talk like that!” #34 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
A hint of a rare smile flickered across Eric’s face. “Yes, but you didn’t hear us.” #38 в контекст | | |
“Come on,” Lila said, dragging Graham forward. “Let’s go before Tamsin gives our bed away.” #39 в контекст | | |
“Do you want me to take this shift with you?” Eric offered, looking at Wells. #40 в контекст | | |
Wells shook his head. “It’s okay. Priya’s already out checking the perimeter.” #41 в контекст | | |
“Do you think they’ll be back?” Eric asked, lowering his voice. #42 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
“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 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
“Are you okay?” Wells asked, stretching out a steadying hand. #46 в контекст | | |
“I’m fine,” a girl said shakily. It was Molly. #47 в контекст | | |
“Where are you sleeping tonight? I’ll help you find your bed.” #48 в контекст | | |
“Outside. There was no more room in the cabins.” Her voice was small. #49 в контекст | | |
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 в контекст | | |
“I’m okay. It’s pretty warm tonight, isn’t it?” #51 в контекст | | |
Wells surveyed her quizzically. The temperature had dropped considerably since the sun set. He reached out and placed the back of his hand against Molly’s forehead. Her skin was warm to the touch. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right?” #52 в контекст | | |
“Maybe a little dizzy,” she admitted. Wells pressed his lips together. They’d lost a lot of their supplies in the fire, which meant that rations had decreased significantly. “Here,” he said, reaching into his pocket for the protein packet he hadn’t had time to finish. “Eat this.” #53 в контекст | | |
She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’m not hungry,” she said weakly. #54 в контекст | | |
After making her promise to let him know if she wasn’t feeling better tomorrow, Wells set off to find Priya. They’d saved most of the medicine, but what good would it be without the one person who knew how to use it? He wondered how far Clarke and Bellamy had traveled by now, and whether they’d found any sign of Octavia. A bolt of fear cut through his exhaustion as he thought about the dangers facing Clarke in the forest. She and Bellamy had left before the attack. They had no idea that there were people out there, Earthborns who communicated through deadly arrows. #55 в контекст | | |
He sighed as he tilted his head back toward the sky, sending out a silent prayer for the girl he’d risked countless lives to protect. The girl whose eyes had blazed with hatred when she’d told him she never wanted to see him again. #56 в контекст | | |
