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That's a wonderful idea! A plethora of inquiries swarmed from the lips of those delinquents encircling the strange woman. On the off chance that people survived on Earth after the atomic end of the world, what else about the planet stayed obscure from the Sky People? Based on the brunette's clothing and absence of weaponry, Bellamy assumed their technological advances were primitive and nonexistent. The dialect she talked in was not comprehended or recognized by anyone. Yet she was the first life form on Earth they saw subsequent to the intuition no humans survived as they were taught in school. Because of cultural differences, they didn't expect to abandon her since too much information likely existed in her brain. A gathering of almost three dozen adolescents surrounded the mysterious lady with no plan of letting her pass. What should we do with her? A female voice asked. Maybe she can help us. Another voice addressed yet not everybody saw this emphatically. Take a look at her, she can't help shit. Why don't we just kill her or utilize her for our advantage? She could be a part of something bigger, like a village or community. All through this time, Bellamy stayed calm. His dull cocoa eyes were practically frowning and glaring at the primal lady in deep thought, endeavoring to deduct his game-plan. Releasing her was unquestionably not happening yet executing her appeared to be similarly as stupid. The last voice he heard brought up a decent point. She should be an individual from some sort of bigger group and they would require some means to speak with them. Bellamy did not know whether to expect hostility or trepidation. Playing his part as leader, Bellamy calmed everybody before talking. We won't release her and we won't kill her. Let's grab her and take her into the drop ship. I couldn't care less that she doesn't comprehend us or understand English. We'll figure out something. The majority of the adolescents accumulated around concurred with Bellamy however some differed in opinions.However, Bellamy was more seasoned and exuded authority and certainty. Not many individuals would express a yearning to battle what Bellamy chose. After the choice became finalized, Bellamy called attention to two young lads to get her and escort her to the drop ship. They were tentatively approaching the girl, uncertain about what's in store as one kid went after her right arm and the other went after her left arm. -- As indicated by a guide produced by the Council, the 100 were dropped onto the wrong mountain. Mount Weather was further East, over a radiation-drenched woodland. The rations sent inside the drop ship may last only a couple days if everybody shared reasonably. However, that was an abnormal thought to consider. How could you have been able to you control criminals and their food supply? In all actuality, a few youngsters on Earth were not genuine culprits but plenty of Ryan and Clarke's counterparts were dangerous and murderous. Therefore, Ryan would guarantee that Clarke never left the sight of his brilliant, chestnut eyes in light of the fact that losing her would be synonymous with the end of Ryan The couple requested that a few other people go with them on their excursion to Mount Weather. Not a single soul desired to go and a large portion of the hundred were spread out somewhere else. Ryan and Clarke decided they wasted an excess of time and they expected to rapidly get moving. Remaining outside of the drop ship, Ryan helped with plotting the course to Mount Weather. Trusting the map was precise, they would discover a bit of an area outside of the radiation along a Northeasterly border before running into the passageway of Mount Weather. It would surely be a more productive journey with a larger number of members however they did not have that luxury. From the metal drop ship, Ryan assembled a modest number of bags since they couldn't carry all sustenance and supplies with their hands and arms from the military base. It would be excessively impossible. Other than the packs, Ryan and Clarke did not have anything else on their person. Nothing for protection, nothing to eat, and nothing to drink. In principle, the trek would not take long and they under-prepared for what was going to happen. After conclusive arrangements completed, Ryan went after Clarke's hand, connecting their fingers together while beginning their trip. How have you been, Clarke? Ryan asked since it had been numerous months since they could talk. A lone positive note from doing this alone gave them abundantly needed alone time without stressing over being caught or others irritating them. I really missed you. Ryan included, dreading the last time Clarke could ever see him was while the Guards attacked her room and captured him directly before her eyes.