Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 24, 2020 3:10:58 GMT
Isaiah's arms flung out, trying to find a surface to catch himself on as he tripped over a tree root for what must have been the fifth time at least. He bit down on his lip as one hand made contact with the rough bark of a tree and slid across it just enough to scratch. It was enough to stop him from falling at least. The first time he had actually landed on the ground, there was dried blood staining the knees of his jeans as proof of that. It was hard trying to focus on the ground below his feet. His mind kept moving back to other places, other thoughts. While his head was down, he could see Bell in the corner of his vision. His eyes blurred every time he caught sight of the shoes. It forced a grim reminder on Isaiah, one he wished wasn't the truth. He was the last remaining person alive from Mount Weather. So, if anything, it was a surpise that he was managing to walk at all. He hadn't at first. He hadn't even wanted to step outside, partially in shock of what had happened and partially in fear of going outside. The sun had been blindingly bright as he had half walked and half been pulled out of the door. His skin had burned at first and for those few seconds, Iah had been sure that he would start blistering. He'd had the treatments before with the Outsiders blood, he knew the feeling of radiation. But then it didn't happen, and he adjusted to the feeling of the direct sunlight on his skin. There was no memory of receiving the bone marrow treatment. Iah hadn't been awake, apparently he had been knocked out by Cage, used as bait to try and pull Bellamy, Clarke and the others out from their places. Isaiah had been told that he was saved, and that he was given a bone marrow treatment intended for someone else. His brain could hardly wrap around any of it, let alone the fact that his freedom was at the price of someone else's pain. Maybe their death. And many other deaths too. All of his people. |
