WILLOW LAUGHED as she tossed the ball back to her roommate, the joke she had made still ringing in her ears. She would never get tired of poking fun at the Ark.
She had stolen the ball from the Common Area the day previously and deduced that it wasn’t worth much to anyone since she had been able to keep it so long without incident. They weren’t strictly allowed to bring things from the Common Area back to their cells, but people weren’t strictly allowed to commit arson either. So it didn’t bother her that much.
She tried to go to the Common Area as much as they possibly allowed her on the off chance that she might see Clarke there. Never once did she spot even a trace of her friend.
Willow had come to realize that after all of her months
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Whatever, have fun figuring out how to explain this to our families. See you on the other side, Abby,” she snapped, pushing away the hand that Abby tried to set on her shoulder.
Her small confrontation with the other woman had slowed up the line a bit, something that the guards were not pleased with. One of them suddenly grabbed her arm and began to drag her forward to the entrance of the ship, muttering, “Let’s go.”
They were directed to the first floor of the ship where the guard led her all the way to the seats that were packed together. She was strapped into one without somewhere to sit, one with only straps planted on the wall. Hanging there, she was filled with confusion when the guard that led her in strapped himself in right next to her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she questioned.
“The less you know, the better,” he replied quickly, not even looking at her. She rolled her eyes and shrugged.
“You’re lucky that I’m losing my ability to even care right now,” she retorted, anger still evident in her voice. The seats around them soon filled in and the level was packed full of prisoners. Soon enough, she could hear the final sound of the door sealing along with clicking sounds just before the ship lurched
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It was a rush, a feeling of recklessness that she wanted to feel all the time. The ship jerked violently, the lights flickering in and out rapidly. The atmosphere.
Just as they reached the pull of the earth, one of Willow’s least favorite people appeared on the display of several screens placed about the ship. “Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now,” Chancellor Jaha greeted calmly, as if he wasn’t the one who was sending each and every one of them to their deaths.
“You’ve been given a second chance. And as your chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us,” he continued in the same annoyingly calm tone that just made Willow angry. “Indeed, for mankind itself.”
“Second chance my ass,” Willow mumbled grumpily.
“We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would have sent others. Frankly, we’re sending you because your crimes have made you...expendable,” he explained. The remorse on his face was barely evident, showing her clearly that it didn’t bother him much to call them expendable. He simply justified what he was doing like they would understand and agree with what he was