At Death's Door

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Wells sat on watch, after volunteering and for the first time since they came to the ground he felt content. Clarke finally knew the truth and they were friends again. Something he’d wanted since she started blaming him for her father’s death. Cutting through his train of thought, he heard rustling and turned to find Charlotte. Probably the youngest person sent down. She was too young to be here, to have to deal with all this. If there was anything he could do to help her, he would. It was his father that sent them all down here after all and so a small irrational part of him held some responsibility for that. Inviting her to join him, he listened intently as she spoke about her nightmares. Poor girl. Distracted by a bird in the distance he turned away for just a second.

But it was a second too long. “I’m sorry.” He turned back to Charlotte too late as she stuck a knife into his throat. Panic. Shock. He didn’t understand what was happening. This couldn’t be happening. Instinctually his hand reached for the wound while the other one reached for his assailant. The young innocent Charlotte. That was another mistake as she sliced off three of his fingers. Pain began to register and he collapsed to the ground. Blood gushing from the wounds, and from his mouth as he coughed it up. He tried to crawl. Only managing to gurgle out one word. “Help.” Oh god this was happening. He was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it. And his killer? It wasn’t Murphy, who he could’ve expected. Not even Bellamy, who he’d argued with. But Charlotte; the youngest person sent down.

Tag: @charlotte