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Chapter One – The Beginning
“What if they’re still in there?”
Clarke had asked the question as she, Bellamy, and Jaha approached what they hoped would be the Second Dawn bunker.
It was their people’s last real chance to survive the death wave.
Jaha’s research had been compelling. Over 100 years ago, Bill Cadogan had founded a doomsday cult called the Second Dawn. The group believed that the end of the world was near, and prepared for it by building various bunkers that were to be occupied and funded by society’s richest and most elite. In order to gain access to their “salvation” in the bunker, Second Dawn followers had to reach what was called “the twelfth level” by unlocking “the twelve seals”, which was accomplished by making payments of over 10 million dollars to the cult. All signs indicated that one of those bunkers had indeed been built, and was potentially still intact. The fact that it was only a day’s drive from Arkadia made it a viable solution that both Clarke and Bellamy were willing to check out, despite Raven’s protests and their own reservations about Jaha’s leadership decisions in the past.
The reality was that Praimfaya was approaching faster than ALIE had originally said it would. And although Skaikru had increased the number of work hours for those preparing the Ark for the impending death wave, it was looking less and less likely that it would be ready in time. If by some miracle it was, the limited space and provisions they had wouldn’t be sufficient to accommodate everyone. When Jaha had presented the possibility of a bunker that could not only hold every member of Skaikru, but their grounder allies as well, Clarke and Bellamy knew they couldn’t pass the opportunity up. Both of them were still too haunted by the loss of life at Mount Weather and the decision they’d been forced to make. Ruling out the possibility of another option, even if it did seem like a long shot, wasn’t something either of them were willing or able to do.
When Clarke had asked the question about the Second Dawn members still being inside the bunker, she hadn’t thought it too likely that anyone would actually still be living in there after all these years. She’d just tossed the idea out there, an unlikely thought.
But by now she should know better.
During the months she’d spent on the ground, Clarke had experienced one shocking experience after another, and tonight she faced yet another one. She, Bellamy, and Jaha had learned that a group of descendants from the original Second Dawn cult did indeed still live inside the bunker. The three of them were able to crack the code needed to enter the bunker. And there they learned that the Second Dawn’s current leader John Cadogan - the great grandson of Bill Cadogan himself - had insisted on speaking with Jaha, and Jaha alone.
That left Clarke and Bellamy sitting inside the rover, awaiting Jaha’s return. The night felt so quiet and dark, especially without the steady hum of insects in the background. The recent discovery made by Raven that smaller species were dying off at an alarmingly rapid pace was just another harrowing reminder to Clarke that her people’s end might be fast approaching too. She felt relief at having found the bunker, but anxiety as well. The fate of her people’s survival rested in the hands of a potential cult leader, and a former chancellor whose blind faith in an AI had brought untold levels of death and destruction upon them. John Cadogan and Thelonius Jaha—two men Clarke had little reason to trust. She wished she could be in on the conversation with them, and to have some measure of control or say over the decisions being made. After so many months of being in a leadership position, being forced to sit idly in the rover like this made her feel completely powerless and out of control.
At least she wasn’t alone.
She glanced at Bellamy out of the corner of her eye. He’d been tapping his foot lightly and staring out the windshield with a thoughtful and somber expression on his face. It was clear that he felt the tension and burden of the moment too, and it made Clarke’s heart feel both soothed yet painfully aching as well. It seemed like there was so much left to say between them, but they’d been sitting in silence for quite some time now.
“Jaha was right,” Clarke began, unable to stand the silence any longer. “You do keep me centered. And I am lucky to have you.” Her voice sounded almost too loud to her own ears, slightly echoing, inside the enclosed space of the rover.
Bellamy’s eyes widened in surprise and he turned to face her. “How did you—“
“I overheard your conversation,” Clarke admitted, giving Bellamy a small smile in return. “I mean, I was only standing 15 feet away and I’m not deaf.”
Bellamy’s lips quirked upwards in a smile, and they both let out a relieved laugh at Clarke’s sardonic words.
“Well, then you heard what I said back to him,” Bellamy replied, the moment shifting back into seriousness and a look of haunted sadness in his eyes. “Jaha’s been wrong about a lot of things, but he’s right about leadership. It is a ‘lonely pursuit’.”
Clarke felt an ache in her chest at the look in Bellamy’s eyes, and she paused to let the meaning of his words sink in. She knew that they were both still haunted by the past decisions they’d been forced to make as leaders. Haunted by their mistakes and the despairing guilt that went along with them. Haunted by the time they’d spent apart for all those months and everything that had occurred. Bellamy’s words rang true; leadership was a lonely pursuit. At times it felt so isolating and suffocating that Clarke felt she might crumble under the weight of it, and she knew Bellamy shared that feeling too.
Their lives might be over in a few weeks. And although Clarke hoped Jaha was doing his best to negotiate right now, they knew little of the Second Dawn and whether they’d have any desire to shelter Skaikru, let alone whether they’d even have the space and the resources. The prospect of surviving the death wave inside their bunker had every chance of falling through, and if it did, then what? Knowing that her days – and everyone else’s – were probably numbered, Clarke decided to open up.
“It’s less lonely because of you,” Clarke admitted, turning her head to look at Bellamy. Twinges of fear nipped at her as she spoke the words out loud. Opening up like this always made her feel naked and exposed.
There was so much more for them to talk about.
Mount Weather, and how Bellamy had pulled the lever with her so she didn’t have to bear it alone. The three months she’d spent away from Skaikru, wandering alone in the woods, in an unsuccessful attempt to deal with her guilt. Lexa. Not to mention the fact that Clarke understood that Bellamy had suffered as much as she had. Gina’s death. Getting caught up with Pike and the massacre of the grounder army, and having to live with the resulting regret.
Maybe – just maybe – tonight was the night to say more to Bellamy. To finally open up to him and let him in. To share all the things she’d been longing to for so many months now, but had been holding back. If it failed, truly, what would the harm be? What were the odds that anyone was going to survive the death wave anyway, Second Dawn bunker or not?
Feeling emboldened by their dire circumstances, Clarke took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak, “And I wanted to say---“
She was suddenly cut off by the sound of loud, rapid footsteps stomping around outside of the rover. A second later, Jaha opened the door and Clarke felt anxiety grip her chest at the intense look on his face. “Let’s go!” the former chancellor insisted. “We need to head back to Arkadia. I have much to discuss with Chancellor Kane.”
“What happened?” Bellamy asked firmly, clearly suspicious of the sudden turn of events.
“What did the Second Dawn leaders say?” Clarke demanded, feeling equally suspicious. “Tell us everything!”
“In due time,” Jaha said calmly. “But please, start driving. We have much to do if this is going to work.”
Clarke and Bellamy exchanged worried glances, holding each other’s gazes for a few tense moments before letting out dual sighs of resignation.
“He’s gotten us this far hasn’t he?” Bellamy shrugged, his eyebrows raising in a hopeful sort of question, even as a slight grimace spread across his face
“Fine,” Clarke relented, “but we want answers.” She turned to Jaha, giving him a pointed look. “And you’re going to give them to us on the way. Understood?”
“Of course,” Jaha stated briskly, refusing to meet her eyes. “Now please, we really must be going. There is much to be done.”
During the drive back to Arkadia, Clarke and Bellamy succeeded in only getting the slightest details from Jaha despite their intense questioning of him. He informed them that approximately 300 descendants of the original cult still lived inside the bunker, under the rule of John Cadogan and a group of elders. The group did indeed still call themselves the Second Dawn, and although the media at the time had branded them as a cult, the group had never viewed themselves as one.
The two also learned that the bunker had a thriving hydrofarm and functioning air scrubbers, providing them with plenty of food and clean air. “The place looks good,” Jaha had said. “Comfortable, even.” He added that the Second Dawn leaders seemed to be open to sharing the bunker with Skaikru - however they wanted to speak with Chancellor Kane first.
Maddeningly, though, Jaha refused to answer any more of Clarke and Bellamy’s questions. Chief among them being what would happen to Roan, Indra, and the rest of their grounder friends and allies? And more importantly, what kind of people were the Second Dawn members? Did they seem sane and rational? Or did they embody the word “cult” the way their ancestors had?
Clarke wanted to toss Jaha from the rover as he refused to answer their questions. And throughout the ride back, she felt her heart beating at such a rapid pace that she wondered if the others could hear it. She’d had a moment – a brief one – of starting to open up to Bellamy, but it had been cut short by Jaha’s infuriatingly cryptic instructions and their subsequent need to take action.
Despite the darkness of the night, Clarke knew she’d glimpsed something, some spark of recognition, in Bellamy’s dark brown eyes when she’d started to open up to him. She longed to go back to that moment—to see more and feel more with him—even as the world seemingly fell apart around them.
As they approached Arkadia, Bellamy silently reached a hand out to her, and Clarke was quick to reach back and hold it with her own. His hand felt warm and strong, slightly calloused from months on the ground, but Clarke found that she liked the feeling. It was like a reminder of all the storms they’d weathered together, and gave her a hopeful sort of feeling that they’d weather this one together too. She turned to find Bellamy’s eyes staring at her. Her breath hitched at the intensity and raw emotion in his gaze. It was filled with so much longing and compassion that she was forced to look away.
No, that couldn’t be right. Clarke knew she was letting her emotions get away from her and tried to rein them in. `It’s just a gesture of support,’ she told herself. `A nice gesture. He’s just saying that he’s facing these uncertain times with me and that we’ll figure it out together. That’s all.’ But Bellamy’s touch made her heart race, almost making her forget her concerns for Skaikru and what might be in store for them.
Jackson didn’t make eavesdropping a habit.
As always, he absorbed himself in his work, sacrificing the free time necessary for a social life and friends. But his closest colleague, and indeed the person he knew best in this world, was Abby Griffin. And given Abby’s status as not only a former chancellor herself, but as partner to the current chancellor Kane, mother to Clarke Griffin, and friend to former chancellor Jaha – well, Abby knew absolutely everything that was happening in Arkadia.
Without trying, Jackson just naturally soaked up information through her.
He knew that ever since Jaha, Clarke, and Bellamy had returned five days earlier, a flurry of activity had followed. Kane and Jaha had made several trips to the Second Dawn bunker, and had held many hushed, intense conversations with each other and with Abby. Jackson knew that the rising panic among Arkadians over their impending doom made these conversations between the leaders seem desperate at times.
And yet despite the approach of the death wave, most aspects of life in Arkadia proceeded as normal. People argued over petty concerns, they debated philosophical questions, they sang, they drank, they hooked up. And they broke up too.
This had Jackson reflecting on his own personal life and relationships, or lack thereof.
Nathan Miller had been the one person outside of med bay who’d been on Jackson’s radar for a long time. He’d first noticed the former delinquent when they’d liberated Mount Weather. Jackson had frantically treated the many wounded, and Nathan Miller had stood out for his calm demeanor amidst the chaos. Jackson had noticed Miller’s sarcastic sense of humor, and the loving exchanges he’d had with his father. Both Millers had spent some time in med bay, recovering from wounds they’d gotten during the final battle at Mount Weather.
Jackson had tended to them both throughout their stay, and although he was not one to interject himself into social situations while on the job, he enjoyed observing and learning about them both - but especially Nathan.
Nathan Miller had stood out for his loyalty as well.
As Jackson had learned from overhearing Miller’s discussions with his dad, the former delinquent had a boyfriend named Bryan, whose whereabouts had been unknown at the time. It had seemed as though Bryan had likely perished with the majority of the Ark’s former inhabitants, but Miller had vowed to remain steadfast and loyal, believing that Bryan could still be alive. Miller’s level of commitment was almost shocking to Jackson, especially given the amount of casual hookups that often occurred between Arkadians. It was something Jackson had taken note of, and his interest had continued to be piqued during the events that had followed Bryan’s return: Miller had seemed to give his best attempt at making the relationship work, but then the young couple had decided to split.
Now Miller was single.
Jackson sighed - at times like this, he wished he had a confidant. Someone he could talk to about his feelings and his fears. There were some things he just didn’t feel comfortable sharing with Abby, not that Abby had any time for playing the role of personal mentor anyway. She was too busy overseeing med bay and assisting Kane and Jaha with their decision-making.
Although he didn’t know him very well, Jackson liked Miller and was interested in getting to know him better, but he had no idea if he should approach him or not. When he had a few spare moments, he tried to use his strong analytical mind to assess the situation. He made a list of pros and cons as to whether or not he should express his interest. He tried to guess at Miller’s potential reaction given his mental database of the man’s behavior.
Jackson landed on a no. Miller had never displayed any interest in him, and Jackson didn’t want to be someone’s rebound hookup anyway. He sighed and decided to focus his energy where it belonged: on issues of medicine, not of the human heart.
Clarke still couldn’t believe that this place would be her home for the next five years. Five years, living underground inside of a bunker – and under the rules of the Second Dawn.
Seeing Luna’s people die had made the decision easy for Skaikru. If the black rain hadn’t been terrifying enough, seeing an entire clan decimated from eating irradiated fish had made it clear to them: if they wanted to survive the death wave, they had to accept John Cadogan’s offer.
And the offer appeared simple. Skaikru – and Skaikru alone – would be allowed to shelter in the Second Dawn bunker for five years, until the planet was habitable again. In exchange for shelter and food, Skaikru would, of course, join the Second Dawn followers in routine chores like cooking, cleaning, and maintenance. As a gesture of good faith, Kane and Jaha offered the services of Skaikru’s engineers and doctors as well, knowing they had a lot to offer in their fields.
The Second Dawn had one more requirement though. They wanted Skaikru to attend daily religious services with them. “And be open,” Cadogan had stipulated, “to what our religion teaches. It goes without saying that we expect all of you to respect our practices and beliefs.”
The man had not been overly forceful or insistent, but he had been stern and resolute.
When Clarke had first met Cadogan, she’d guessed that he wasn’t used to others questioning him, or even used to questioning the current laws and rules for himself. This was simply his people’s way of life—the only existence they’d ever known or lived—and he’d enforced the laws and rules the Second Dawn had laid out because it was what he’d been tasked to do. He wasn’t particularly striking in appearance either. In fact, Clarke thought he was rather unimpressive and dull. He was in his late forties and of average height and build. His eyes were a lackluster gray, blending in with his salt and pepper hair and neatly trimmed beard, making his pale skin look even more washed out and almost sickly. If Clarke hadn’t seen some of the other Second Dawn members looking similarly pale due to their lack of exposure to sunlight, she would have thought he had reason for concern.
Cadogan had required Kane, as Skaikru chancellor, to sign a document that laid out the specifics of the deal. Kane, of course, had consulted with Abby and Jaha during every step of the process, knowing that such a big decision should not be made by a single leader alone. He had also made sure to listen to the concerns of their people, wanting them to feel like they had a voice and say in the matter. Despite the misgivings of many Skaikru about joining with a group that had at one point been considered a cult, the consensus was clear: the death wave would hit Arkadia in a few days, and the Second Dawn bunker was their only option for survival. Kane signed the agreement, with the stipulation that any member of Skaikru who didn’t like it could stay behind in Arkadia.
No one did.
It meant leaving Roan and Indra outside, both literally and figuratively. The Second Dawn refused to accommodate grounders. The decision to keep Roan, Indra, and all the others unaware – and with no means to survive Praimfaya – had been heartbreaking. Clarke, Octavia, and others had raged against it. Octavia had had to be restrained, and Clarke and Bellamy had tried desperately to find a solution to save them but there wasn’t one. The Second Dawn wouldn’t budge – and they didn’t have enough space for thousands of grounders anyway. As leaders, Roan and Indra would have to remain unaware of Skaikru’s move lest an army of grounders swarm the area. The last thing Skaikru wanted was a war over the bunker that would leave more people dead than saved from the death wave.
Emori and Niylah’s status, however, as two grounders who were not leaders saved them. With Kane and Jaha’s reluctant blessing – given only because Emori and Niylah had no way of sharing this information with other grounders – the two were “snuck in”, posing as Skaikru. Emori’s facial markings were covered by makeup, and her hand covered by clothing and a glove.
The fact that they were able to save at least a few grounders, gave Clarke and Bellamy some solace for the others they had to leave behind.
Clarke’s room in the bunker was not unlike her room on the Ark. She, like everyone else in the Second Dawn bunker, would have one roommate with whom she would share a sleeping space. The room contained two beds, a desk, a chair, and some shelves. Each room provided a few touches to help it edge towards coziness. A plant or two was available to anyone who promised to care for it. Artwork was provided too, as the people of Second Dawn had done much painting and weaving over the past century. A tapestry with abstract images in shades of brown and red was already hanging on the wall.
Skaikru’s rooms were located on three, long wings of the bunker. The Second Dawn members’ rooms were located on opposite wings. Each wing had large, communal bathrooms.
Clarke and Raven had decided to be roommates. Which meant that the desk intended for them to share was completely covered in blueprints, tools, and various machine parts that Raven had somehow already managed to amass over the short period of time they’d been here. Clarke sighed at the mess that she was sure was organized chaos to someone with genius-level intelligence like Raven. Having such an organized mind clearly came at the expense of having an organized space. The artist in Clarke wanted to protest over the disturbance of the room’s aesthetic, but she knew it was a silly thing to be annoyed about when the world was ending outside.
Clarke had briefly considered asking Niylah to room with her instead but ultimately decided against it. She liked Niylah, and Niylah had provided a measure of comfort to her over the past few months. But Clarke sensed it was time for them to shift from “friends with benefits” to “just friends”. Niylah, too, had never seemed to want or ask for anything more.
Hours after moving in, Clarke sat on her bed, rubbing the back of her neck and trying to relieve some of the tension that had been a near constant since landing on the ground. She hadn’t slept much the past few days and the exhaustion was finally catching up to her.
With Raven in engineering, Clarke knew there were a hundred things she could be doing. Should she take another look at med bay? (No, she’d seen it already and her mother and Jackson had it covered). Try to get more information out of Jaha or Kane? (Good luck with that). Try to strike up a conversation with a Second Dawn member? (That was about as appetizing as the thought of eating bugs).
A knock sounded on her door, and a second later, Bellamy appeared.
Upon seeing Bellamy’s face, Clarke felt like she wanted to either cry or run up to him and put her arms around him. The last few weeks had been so insane. The guilt over the fates of Roan, Indra, and the other grounders constantly ate at her. Seeing Bellamy felt like a soothing balm over bruised skin. How had he gone from being her antagonist to her rock in just a few short months?
“How are you holding up?” he asked somberly, taking a few steps inside the room and closing the door behind him.
“How are you?” Clarke asked instead of answering, the feeling of being too exposed creeping up. Bellamy could read her like an open book, something she both feared and longed for. “I know things with Octavia are –“
Bellamy silenced that line of discussion with a shake of his head. Clarke gave him a gentle nod and a small smile of reassurance, wanting him to know she understood.
“Would you like to sit down?” Clarke asked, gesturing to the space beside her on the bed, and Bellamy nodded, crossing the room and sitting down next to her. The soft hum of generators that was a near constant sound inside the bunker could be heard in the background, but other than that, the room was quiet.
The two of them remained in a comfortable silence for several moments until Bellamy spoke again.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, his voice gentle but slightly ragged. “How are you holding up? The real answer, not the one you give everyone else.”
It was easy, Clarke thought, sitting next to Bellamy like this. She could look straight ahead and not meet his eyes. Sometimes there was such an intensity in them, an intensity that made her feel so many different things, and she still had to sort through what it all meant. “Terrible,” she answered, shaking herself from her confusing feelings and thoughts. “Roan was my friend. It feels like Mount Weather all over again, only with more dead people and nothing I can do about it.”
“We had no choice,” Bellamy said quiet but stern, continuing to look straight ahead. “If we told Roan or Indra or any of the others, they would have sent armies here. It would have been a massacre and it probably would have ended with no one getting the bunker.” He paused. “Or Azgeda - and Azgeda alone - getting it.”
“I know.” Clarke sighed in quiet resignation. “Doesn’t make it any easier to deal with the fact that we’re sitting in here surviving, while our friends are out there dying. If the black rain hasn’t gotten them already, then the death wave will when it gets here in a day or two.”
“Yeah.” Bellamy responded, his voice gruff, and Clarke could tell he was taking this loss just as hard as she was.
Clarke made note of the warmth she felt from Bellamy’s body. She appreciated it. She thought back to the way he’d held her hand in the rover. And she thought back to all those months ago in Mount Weather, and the way he’d placed his hand over hers as they’d pulled the lever together. He provided her with a level of comfort and support that was unparalleled and allowed her to feel a semblance of peace that shouldn’t even exist amidst the chaos of their lives. He was like a place of calm in the eye of the storm, a magnet drawing her to him - and Clarke needed him to keep doing what he’d been doing and continue to stay close.
“We all have to go to religious services too, as soon as we get settled in,” Bellamy spoke up again, after several moments of silence. “I wonder what that will be like. Probably will feel strange.”
“We need to learn more about these people,” Clarke said, her voice taking on a bit of urgency as she turned to face him. “We still don’t know what the leaders of the Second Dawn really want from us. And Kane and Jaha have deliberately been keeping things from us. I’m scared to think of what else they’re hiding. Also…did you notice the way the Second Dawn women dress?”
Bellamy nodded. The male members of the Second Dawn wore clothing that mostly resembled Skaikru’s – dark trousers, shirts, and sweaters. Nothing remarkable. The women, however, all wore dresses. They were plain, shapeless shifts which descended to their ankles. Even the very youngest females, mere toddlers, wore them.
“They’re all very quiet too,” Bellamy noted. “The women, I mean. I’ve tried talking to a few, but they always just skitter away. It’s not a good sign. I wonder if there’s….” he searched for the right word, drawing up one from the history books, “sexism? Is that what it’s called?”
“I think so,” Clarke replied with a small nod. “All their leaders are men. I’ve been excluded from all of their discussions; they’ve only ever negotiated with Kane and Jaha. It can’t just be a coincidence.” Indeed, from what Clarke and the others had been able to decipher, Cadogan ruled the Second Dawn with his inner circle which consisted of four or five males who were probably Kane’s age or older. The group of Second Dawn leaders was usually referred to as “the elders”. Breaking from pattern, Cadogan’s teenage son Andrew also seemed to be part of it, which made Clarke think that maybe he was being groomed to take over as leader some day.
“What a waste.” Bellamy said, interrupting Clarke’s thoughts. “To not give everyone the same chance to use their skills. Doesn’t seem fair – or smart.” He grasped his hands together as he spoke.
Clarke lowered her voice, feeling like despite the privacy of the room, they should still be careful when discussing such matters. “When Raven and Monty are back from engineering, we’ll talk more.”
Clarke, Bellamy, Raven, and Monty had already discussed a covert mission to monitor Cadogan and his inner circle, and see if there was any advantage Skaikru could quietly gain. Both Monty and Raven’s computer and technical skills, as well as their access to engineering and the bunker’s systems and mainframe, would be crucial for that, of course.
“Yes,” Bellamy agreed. “Raven will figure out a way. She always does.” He wrapped his arms around himself, a gesture Clarke noted that he didn’t usually make.
And although Clarke had gone back to looking straight ahead, she felt his eyes on her. The atmosphere in the room felt as though it had shifted, and Clarke found herself wondering if there was something suddenly different about Bellamy. Had his body tensed up a fraction? Had his voice seemed almost wobbly when he’d spoken that last sentence?
“Can I put my arm around you?” Bellamy asked, and Clarke’s heart raced at the prospect.
“Yes. Please do,” she managed to get out, leaning into Bellamy as he reached out a strong arm to wrap around her.
Clarke relaxed at the feeling and weight of his arm around her, sighing as she felt his hand gently squeeze and massage the tense muscles of her shoulder, offering her the comfort and relief she so desperately needed. Bellamy was, she knew, the only one who understood her so completely and somehow seemed to know what she needed without the need for words. He accepted all of her – the good and the bad and everything in between. In the middle of war and bloodshed, and now the confusion and alienation due to their strange surroundings, Bellamy was a safe haven for her. Relaxing into this arm didn’t make her forget the monstrosities of the world around her, but it did ease the burden.
And then suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Bellamy’s arm fell back to his side, and Clarke couldn’t help the way her shoulders tensed up again at the loss. “Come in!” she rasped, clearing her dry throat.
The door opened and in stepped Kane.
“Bellamy, good. You’re here too,” the chancellor said. “Can you both please come with me?”
Clarke noted Kane’s furrowed brow and wary eyes as she and Bellamy shot each other worried looks. “Is something wrong?” Clarke asked, a feeling of dread slowly falling over her.
“It’s easier if we talk elsewhere,” Kane answered in a quiet voice, his eyes darting around the room as if he was concerned they were being watched. “Come with me.”
As they walked through the corridors, Kane seemed to shift back to his usual polite and calm demeanor, making small talk and asking Bellamy, “How are you settling into your room?” A few Second Dawn members passed them in the hallway, pushing laundry carts.
“Uh, fine,” Bellamy answered, confused at Kane’s seemingly pointless question. “Miller’s a good roommate,” he continued, seeming to sense that keeping up the appearance of normalcy when in the vicinity of Second Dawn members was important. “We both wanted the top bunk. Somehow he ended up winning and got his way. At least he didn’t snore last night.”
Kane led Clarke and Bellamy to what appeared to be Jaha’s room, since the former chancellor himself was there. He was seated at his desk and rose to his feet when he caught sight of them, as the three of them entered the room.
As soon as Kane closed the door behind him, he cleared his throat before turning to the small group, and began to speak. “We need to talk,” he said. “The Second Dawn leaders have made more demands and it’s not good.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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