infamevivere wants the Harper
She couldn’t help but glare at Bellamy as he went past, gun discarded to
the ground beneath her feet. They hadn’t spoken much since the events
at Mount Weather. Come to think of it, she hadn’t really spoken to any-
one.
“Hey,” Harper called, rising to her feet, jogging
slightly to match his pace and catch up to him.
"Blake!“
Since leaving Camp Jaha, things had been fast. They’d thrust a gun into
her hands and she had returned to her original position; part of the militia.
She was a gunner, that was all that she was good for and they knew it.
"Do you think I could come along on the next
hunt? I haven’t left camp in a while and– I
just want to do something. I feel USELESS.”
