#dcncewithme

                                                Bellamy  Blake                                                 Jasper Jordan                                                 Octavia Blake                                                 John Murphy                                                 Fox                                                 John Mbege                                                  Bree Carter                                                           &&                                                 Harper McIntyre 

She didn’t have to specify which ‘they’ she meant. Bree would know.

She was grateful for the other girl’s arm around her shoulders; soft affection was rare on the ground and she was awful at asking for it in any case, and she needed someone with her now. A simple arm, a silent guesture to remind Fox that she wasn’t alone, even if she sometimes felt that way. It was easy to forget she had people- she never really had before. Jasper and Monty had always let her trail after them when she got really bored, and then Mbege and Murphy had sort of unofficially friendship adopted her. But Jasper and Monty had risen from kind hearted jokesters to full fledged members of the militia and were seemingly always needed by someone or something. Murphy was gone, banished by the very kids- the very person- he’d thought he could trust, and Mbege was gone in a much more permanent way, one she could never hope to rectify. It was easy to feel alone, and it was why Bree’s simple guesture brought legitimate tears to her eyes.

                   time  was  always  s l o w  when  i  was  with  you,   when  i  lied with                     you,   when  we  slept  close  together.   hearing  your v o i c e seeing                     your  smile,   feeling  the  softness  of  your  hair.   kissing your  nose,                    crying  together,   laughing  under  the  sheets.   it  was  always  slow,                    and  nonexistent.   but  time  is  just  a   c o n c e p t   and  so  are  we.

“Semi-fine.” She amended with a laugh, pouring her bucket of water into the boiling pot to sterilize it after Bree had. “I mean, there’s still poisonous plants and radioactive animals creeping around. And lake monsters.” Luckily the kids had found the creek that allowed them a different area to collect water from, or they might have died of dehydration by now. Rain was fun, but no one had thought to collect it the first night, and it’d only rained once since then. So they’d had little choice but to start bringing it in bucket by bucket from the creek and hope the sea monster didn’t care for shallow water. “But other than that, I’ll give you fine.” She sighed setting the bucket by the side of the campfire beneath the pot; it was full, and they’d have to wait until this batch sterilized before they could add more. “The people though… yeah, we’re all fucked.” She laughed again, sneaking a glance to the gates. “Wanna go dip our feet in the creek until we’re needed again?”