It has been quiet since the bombing at the bridge a few days ago. It probably didn't, but I hoped that it scared the Grounders off for good.

The camp was thriving, we had a fully useful smokehouse where we would store meat the hunters brought back every time they went out and everyone had an assigned job they were meant to do. For me, it was working in the smokehouse with Octavia and a few others, which somehow also included Murphy.

Del, a rather tall criminal with raven black hair, walked into the Smokehouse where I was cutting up some rabbit and added more wood to the fire, causing the flames to rise and the heat to increase.

"You don't want the fire too big so maybe try to knock it down with some wet leaves," Octavia explained hanging up some meat onto the wall to preserve it.

"Did you get that from your boyfriend, Grounder Pounder?" Del asked crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes at his stupid remark. "Shes right. A hot fire is not going to preserve the meat as well," Murphy explained walking into the small area, carrying a pile of fish in his arms.

Del glared at Murphy, trying to think of a comeback. "If you can't take the heat, get out of the smokehouse!" he snapped, walking outside.

"Bellamy couldn't get you girls better jobs. Anything would be better than working in a meat furnace." Murphy commented, setting down the fish next to me.

I refused to even look at him, let alone speak to him. I couldn't, not after everything that has happened, I'm afraid I'll try to attack him or something if I did. He was supposed to be kicked out after he told us what he knew about the grounders but of course, Clarke talked Bellamy into letting him stay, again a horrible idea but no one ever listens to Ari.

The sound of Octavia's loud scream pulled me out of my thoughts. I quickly spun around, grabbing my knife thinking Murphy had done something when I saw the wall engulfed in large burning flames. My eyes widened and I froze.

"Come on Ari, we have to get out of here!" Octavia yelled grabbing my arm while coughing into her elbow and pulling me out of the smokehouse.

I fell to the ground landing on my stomach, coughing up all the black smoke I had inhaled and looked back at the smokehouse, watching as it crumbled into itself, being eaten by the flames.

"What happened!?" Bellamy asked, running over to us, kneeling down to make sure we were okay.

Murphy angrily jumped up from the ground, shoving Del forward. "This is all your fault!" he screamed.

Bellamy let out a sigh before getting in the middle of the two to separate them. "Save it for the Grounders!"

"Bell, what are we going to do that was all the food?" I asked worriedly.

Whispers were heard throughout the crowd of criminals as we all looked from one another, scared for what's to come of this horrible event.

It wasn't till late in the afternoon that the fire was finally put out. All the remained of the smokehouse and all our food was a pile of charcoal. It was burned and destroyed, all of it.

"We have to hunt," Bellamy turned to the crowd of scared and hungry teenagers, "Take anyone we can spear, we can rebuild this."

I made my way over to him, a smile plastered on my face. "Looks like I'm coming too."

He looked down at me and shook his head. "No way Ari. You just got better, I don't need you getting shot again."

I rolled my eyes. "Bell, I'll be fine. You need people to hunt and I'm a people so I'm going whether you like it or not," I said crossing my arms.

He let out a sigh, looking over his shoulder at the group of teens that gathered around the weapons. "Okay fine." I clapped my hands together, happily. "but, you have to stay with Clarke," he ordered. "I mean it, no going off on your own to do your own thing, got it."

With a smile, I nodded. "That's fair."

"Alright, go ahead."

I skipped over to Clarke who was standing by the weapons rack talking to another kid, who I swear I've never seen before. He looked only a few years older than me, maybe about 15.

"Looks like I'm coming with you guys," I said smiling.

Clarke seemed to let out a sigh of relief. "Alright, grab some gear and we can head out," she said and kept talking to the guy she was before, well more as he talked and she listened. I turned into the dropship and grabbed an ax from the rack along with a belt to keep it at my side, tightening it around my waist before walking back and now Finn had joined them. "Ready to go?" Clarke asked.

I nodded my head and we began our way out of camp.

"Do you even know how I got locked up on the Ark?" The kid asked.

I let out a sigh. "No, and you're going to tell us, aren't you?" I asked as we walked out of the gate, splitting up from everyone else.

After spending about an hour or so walking in the wood and listening to the non-stop talking of the kid whose name I still don't know, I was growing bored. We hadn't come across anything yet and I don't know why.

"And that's how I ended up eating dirt," the kid chuckled to himself. I really should figure out what his name is but I think it would be awkward at this point. Maybe it's something interesting like Malcolm or Jaxson.

Finn stopped suddenly in his tracks and knelt down, examining the ground in front of him. Imprinted in the ground was track marks from some kind of animal, probably a boar. "Is it one of those scaly panthers thing?" The kid asked, gulping.

"No, a boar," Finn responded. I smiled to myself, knowing I was, in fact, right with my guess.

"Good because that panther meat is nasty." I rolled my eyes and sighed as he kept on rambling.

"Myles, be quiet!" Clarke finally yelled looking over Finn's shoulder.

I perked up, happy that I finally knew his name. "Myles!" I accidentally shouted aloud. The boy turned to me, his brows knitted together in confusion as to why I just screamed his name. A red flush appeared on my cheeks out of embarrassment. "Uh... Myles, that's a great name, how do spell that?" I stuttered, trying to cover up my outburst.

"Both of you be quiet!" Clarke snapped, bending down next to Finn to get a closer look at the track that had been left behind.

My lips glued together, not wanting to anger the blonde or distract the only guy in camp who could track animals. A sudden silence came over the small group, not a comforting silence either, it was more of an eerie silence that made it feel like something was wrong.

"What is it?" I asked my hand ghosting over the ax at my side, ready to grab it at any moment.

"These tracks..." Finn trailed off.

"They're perfect," Clarke finished, "Almost too perfect."

My breath hitched in my throat as I put together the pieces together, realizing we were being set up.

A gust of wind whipped past me as an arrow flew into Myles' shoulder. I quickly dropped to the ground, covering my head, watching as Myles was hit for a second time in the leg.

I was able to crawl across the open area to a tree, jumping up from the ground and climbing up the trunk as arrows flew past me, one grazing so close it left a small cut on my cheek. I hugged the trunk tightly, letting out a breath, my eye wide and my heart beating against my chest.

"Ari, where'd you go!" Clarke screamed, from a bush Finn and she hid behind.

I gulped, taking a deep breath before yelling back to her. "I'll meet you back at camp!" I continued to climb until the leaves of the tree protected me from view.

"Clarke we have to go." I heard Finn say before they both got up to run. I was terrified to look down below me but something in me told me I had too. My stomach dropped as I looked down at the two, seeing that their path had been blocked by a large Grounder. He lifted his arm in the air hit them both upside the head with the handle of his knife, knocking out both of them.

I was unable to move, my hands shaking as I kept my eyes trained on the large man carrying away two people I was supposed to be with. I choked down the lump in my throat, furious with myself that I just let them be taken. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, it was a simple hunting trip and it had ended horribly.

Bellamy gave me one rule, to stay with Clarke and I couldn't even do that. I just ran away, I hid proving to everyone that they were right, I am just some scared little kid who shouldn't be out here.

Why didn't I try to help them? Why did I hide? What is wrong with me?

Too scared to move, I stayed sitting on that damn tree branch, thinking about how Clarke and Finn were probably being tortured or killed. I place my head in the palm of my hands, hating myself for not going after them.

The night grew closer as I watched the sky changed from blue to light pink. It wasn't until the sun had almost fully set, that I was able to work up the courage to climb down and try to make my way back to camp.

I began to make my way down the trunk, a group of birds suddenly flew out of the tree, squawking loudly. The abrupt noise made me jump, causing me to lose my footing and fall about 6 feet, hitting the ground forcefully. All the air left my legs as I stared up at the darkening sky trying to catch my breath after getting the wind knocked out of me.

Letting out a groan, I rolled over onto my side before pulling myself up from the forest floor. I took a second to breathe, leaning against the tree, dusting off the dirt on the back of my pants and picking out the leaves from my hair while trying to remember which way was back to camp. Instinctively, I choose to go North, remembering the few things I learned about finding my way home, from Earth Skills back on the Ark.

After hearing a twig snap, I felt it was time to get out of here. I took off in the direction of camp, running so fast that when my feet slammed against the ground it stung.

I was able to work my way around the many roots growing out of the dirt and knocked down trees but the thing that stopped me was a spiderweb built between two trees. I ran right into the thick webbing, the sensation distracting me and caused me to close my eyes, making it so I couldn't see where I was going. Imagine my surprise when I collided right into a low hanging tree branch that knocked my right onto my back.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead and cursing at myself for being so stupid. The sound of movement deep into the dark woods made me sit up in my spot and look around me in every direction, noticing a large Grounder running up a tree close by.

My heart stopped for a moment and I couldn't move. No, not now. Please not now. I begged to myself, knowing I wouldn't live through this if my body shut down and I had another panic attack. It took everything in me to push myself to my feet, sprinting to the nearest climbable tree, praying that the leaves would help me blend in easier.

When I came to a steady branch I sat for a moment to catch my breath, my heart felt as though it was going to beat out of my chest. I brought my hand up to my cheek, feeling the dried blood that had leaked from the cut made by the arrow earlier that day.

The sound of movement was heard all around me and I began to breathe heavily again. There is no way the Grounder didn't see me climb up here. He knows where I am and he has the advantage, being both faster and better at blending in then I was. I could be killed in a second and I wouldn't have even seen it coming.

I look up the trunk of the tree I saw a small hollowed out hole in the side and I quickly made my way up to it. The hole was big enough that I could fit inside with a tight squeeze but there were multiple different kinds of bugs and spiders crawling inside the small space. After hearing deep mutters from below me I decided to take my chances with the insects. I pulled my hood on and crawled inside the howled out tree trunk, thanking God for my small size. I pulled a close by branch in front of the opening, hoping that it would help to hide me even more.

The movement was growing closer and closer. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to silence my whimpers as the tree branch I was previously sitting on now held a large Grounder carrying a long and pointed spear. I was unable to see his face due to the scarf that covered it, leaving only the eyes to be seen but I could tell he was looking for something, probably me.

With the rate at which my heart was beating, I swore he could hear it slamming against my rib cage. I closed my eyes, keeping my hand over my mouth and repeatedly told myself that I wasn't afraid, something Bellamy said to do whenever I was in situations like this.

It wasn't until the Grounder moved from the branch that I felt as though I could breathe again. I let my hand fall into my lap, leaning my head back and letting out a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I had yet to realize that I would be spending the rest of the night out here alone. After what just happened there is no way I'm going to go walking around these woods, especially since the sun had fully set and it was pitch black.

I held my knees to my chest and let tears fall from my eyes, the pit in my stomach only growing. I wished Bellamy or even Jasper where here to comfort me and tell me it's going to be okay because right now that's all I need.

Almost as if it were on cue from below me I could hear muffled talking and what sounded like radio static. Grounders don't have radios. Not daring to climb out of the hollow tree just yet, I sat and listened, trying to make out what the person was saying.

"Just keep the moon on your left and you'll find us." That sentence made all the weight that rested on my shoulders just fly away. I could recognize that deep voice from anywhere.

I let my head fall back, a smile spreading across my face. "Oh, thank you," I whispered to myself. I crawled out of the tree trunk and looked down to see Bellamy and a few others walking by.

I quickly wiped the away the escaped tears from my cheeks, smearing the dried blood in the process before I began to slowly climb down, my hands scraping against the tree bark.

"Bellamy!" I called after him, making everyone jump and point their guns at me. Instantly I put my hands up to show I was harmless, swallowing the lump in my throat.

Bell was the first to lower his gun, his face softening as his green eyes widened. "Ari?" he asked, seemingly in shock for a moment before he let the large gun he held fall to his side, hanging around his shoulder by the strap as he ran over, wrapping me in a bear hug, lifting me off the ground. "Thank god." He set me down gently, pulling from the hug and took his time examining my face, lightly brushing his thumb over the growing bump on my forehead caused by the tree branch I ran into. "What happened?"

I chuckled lightly, holding onto his arms. "I ran into a tree branch," I explained as he also looked closer at the cut on my cheek. "I almost got hit by an arrow, again when I was running from Grounders."

Bellamy's brows furrowed together. "Are you okay?" I gave him a reassuring nod. "The others, where are they? They're not..." he trailed off not being able to finish his sentence.

"No," I shook my head, "Myles, h-he got hit and the Grounders, they took Clarke an-and Finn," I stuttered.

"Alright, it's okay, calm down." Bell put his arm around me, rubbing my back as he pulled out a walky-talky. "Raven, Monty, We found Ari. She's with us."

"What about Clarke and Finn?" Raven's voice came through the small makeshift static box.

"The Grounders took them," he explained.

It was silent for a moment when we heard Raven whisper, "There someone in the bushes," into the radio.

The color in Bell's face grew pale and he jumped into action, bending down in front of me. "Get on my back." I jumped up and held onto him as he ran in the direction Raven was in.

After running about half a mile, we finally found Raven and Octavia. They were bent down beside a body. I got down from Bellamy's back and walked over the Myles, who was laid on the ground, an arrow in his shoulder and his leg. The young teenager was having trouble breathing due to blood loss.

Bell knelt beside Myles, assessing the situation before figuring out what to do. "Take it easy Myles, you'll be okay," he soothed, turning to face us, "We have to get him back to camp."

"Bell, what about Clarke and Finn?" I asked. Everyone went silent, seeming to hold their breath as they had no idea what to say.

Bellamy gave Raven his rare soft eyes. "Raven-" She stood up and turned her back to the oldest criminal.

"We need to make a stretcher," She said, her voice breaking.

I could tell she was holding back her feelings, in the short time that I've known her, I don't think I've seen her once show any kind of emotion other than excitement and anger. "Raven, I'm sorry," Bellamy apologized, standing up, but Raven ignored him, collecting items to make the stretcher. He shook his head, pulling the radio up to his mouth. "Monty, we're heading home, you copy? We have Ari and Myles." Silence. "Monty, can you hear me?" Still no response. "Monty...Monty, where the hell are you?"