Post by Bellamy Blake on Nov 14, 2015 0:59:33 GMT
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THE HELL WE WANT
Winter was coming. With that, came an abundance of preperations. They had to cut down trees to build cabins and most importantly, they had to stock up on food. A few people were working on how to sustain the meat, fruits and whatever else they could gather during the winter months. The rest were tasked with the actual hunting portion. They needed to get as much as they could but not only for the meat, for the fur as well. New clothing and blankets would have to be made if they were going to survive the winter month.
Abby spoke of all the illness that could come with the unfamiliar season, so they also needed to gather medicine so they would be better equippped to deal with them.So much had to be done. On the one hand, it helped distract Bellamy from the events of Mount Weather. Everyone had physically healed, though the emotional and psychological wounds would take far longer. He stood at the gate as a few people began to pair or group themeslves in threes. "Make sure you're all back before dark," he instructed them. "And don't use the guns for hunting. Only for another threat." It was early in the morning so they had the day to hunt as much as they could.
But with the uncertainty of the Grounders and Arkers alliance -- one that was all but broken now -- Bellamy didn't want to take the risk of anyone being endangered. He looked to his hunting partner, a woman he knew by name but that was about it. She was one of the delinquents, but he hadn't overly conversed with her in the past. "Ready to go?" Bellamy asked her, slinging the strap of his back over his shoulder with his gun strapped on his other. He held a spear in his hand, and had an axe tucked away, as well as a small dagger. One could never be too prepared.
Abby spoke of all the illness that could come with the unfamiliar season, so they also needed to gather medicine so they would be better equippped to deal with them.So much had to be done. On the one hand, it helped distract Bellamy from the events of Mount Weather. Everyone had physically healed, though the emotional and psychological wounds would take far longer. He stood at the gate as a few people began to pair or group themeslves in threes. "Make sure you're all back before dark," he instructed them. "And don't use the guns for hunting. Only for another threat." It was early in the morning so they had the day to hunt as much as they could.
But with the uncertainty of the Grounders and Arkers alliance -- one that was all but broken now -- Bellamy didn't want to take the risk of anyone being endangered. He looked to his hunting partner, a woman he knew by name but that was about it. She was one of the delinquents, but he hadn't overly conversed with her in the past. "Ready to go?" Bellamy asked her, slinging the strap of his back over his shoulder with his gun strapped on his other. He held a spear in his hand, and had an axe tucked away, as well as a small dagger. One could never be too prepared.
