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"That's far enough." A voice called in Trigedasleng. Sophia's brows furrowed slightly. "Shit--" She muttered as she readied her gun, as well as the couple of guards that came along on this journey.

"Hold your fire!" Jaha raised a hand in defense. "Whoa! Wait--!" Murphy called out. Sophia's eyes widened as she looked over, seeing Murphy at knifepoint by Emori.

"Whoa! Hold on, Emori, you don't have to do this--" Sophia frowned. "Everybody put your weapons and supplies in the cart, and nobody gets hurt," Emori ordered, pressing her blade harder against Murphy's throat. Sophia immediately tossed her gun forward, her eyes staying on Murphy, who didn't dare to move.

"If we give you our supplies, we'll all die out here." Jaha pointed out, trying to get the grounder to see reason. "If you don't, you'll die right here. Starting with him and his girlfriend." Emori's grip tightened on Murphy. "We're not--" "He's not--" Emori rolled her eyes slightly. "Please...it's obvious you two have something going on."

"Do as she says, now!" Jaha ordered as everyone else started throwing their weapons in Emori's cart. "How's your faith holding up, Chancellor?" Murphy questioned, hissing slightly when Emori pressed the knife tighter to his throat. "Shut up!" She warned. "Unwavering," Jaha answered Murphy as he started walking forward. "You don't want to do this." He told Emori. "Stop walking!" She snapped back.

"We all came out here searching for a better life, same as you. Maybe we can find it if we work together." Jaha offered. "Thanks...but no." Emori frowned, looking behind her when one of the other grounders spoke to her in Trigedasleng. "Now, everyone, back away from the cart and get on your knees. Now!" Emori ordered, her eyes on Sophia while she did as Emori demanded.

Sophia's brows furrowed slightly as an apologetic look was on Emori's face as she looked at Sophia before whispering something to Murphy, shoving him down in front of Sophia.

"John..." Sophia crawled through the sand, her hands going to his face as she looked him over. "I'm fine..." Murphy muttered as he weakly sat up. "What did she say?" Sophia questioned, brows furrowed. "Good luck." Murphy frowned slightly.

"R&J, we don't have all day, we're heading back!" Caspian said, snapping Sophia and Murphy out of their moment.

"And how exactly do you expect to get back? We don't have any food or water. Our weapons are gone. We'll die before we get back." Sophia frowned.

"Due North," Murphy muttered as he stood up next to Sophia. "What's due north, John?" Jaha questioned. "She was talking about the City of Light." Murphy shrugged. "Did she say how far due north?" Jaha asked.

Murphy shook his head, "No. She didn't, but she wouldn't be sending us there if we couldn't make it." That response seemed to piss Caspian off, "Who's that? The liar and the thief who robbed us and knocked you out? Sir, I really hope you are not considering this."

"John, we have no weapons and no rations. If we go North and you're wrong, then all of us will die. If we turn back now, we live." Jaha pointed out. Sophia and Murphy looked at each other with a frown. "So that's it? We've reached the point of no return? You just want to give up?" Murphy questioned Jaha with a frown. "I didn't say that." Jaha pointed out. "You didn't say it either." Sophia crossed her arms.

Jaha shook his head with an amused grin before walking up to Murphy, pointing at the sky, "That is the North Star. After you." He then turned to the others whilst Murphy started walking ahead, his hand holding Sophia's wrist as they walked.

"This is insane. We're gonna die. We shouldn't have come along." Sophia frowned. Murphy shrugged slightly. "They might. You and me, though? We're roaches, we can't die."

"I believe this is what they call having faith, John." Jaha chimed in, making Sophia and Murphy roll their eyes. "Faith? Nah. Just got nothing better to do." Murphy shrugged as they kept going due north.

Hours passed. Sophia was growing tired. Everyone was, but at least the sun had set, so it was cooler.

"It'd sure be nice to have some sign that we're not just marching to our own deaths," Richards complained. "We're not." Jaha insisted. "Hey, tell me if you know this one." Harris suddenly chimed in with a mischievous giggle.

Sophia and Murphy both groaned in annoyance. "Not this shit again," Murphy grumbled. "Kill me..." Sophia mumbled.

"A Grounder and a Reaper walk into a bar. The bartender looks to the Grounder, he says, 'We don't serve your kind around here.' The Reapers gets up and leaves." Harris started snickering. When no one reacted, he added, "You get it? Reapers eat Grounders."

"I will take Jaha's staff and beat you to death with it." Murphy threatened, making Sophia snicker while Jaha sent the pair a disapproving look.

"Or this one. Uh, an Arker, a Grounder, and a Mountain Man walk into a bar. Arker says 'I'll take some moonshine.' Grounder says 'I'll take some, too.' The Mountain Man, he says--" Harris was cut off by the sound of a click as well as an explosion. Sophia screamed. Out of sheer instinct, she started going ahead. "Sophia!" Murphy reached to grab her arm as another explosion went off, throwing the girl into Murphy's arms making them both fall into the sand.

Sophia cried out in pain, her body vibrating as she tried to move her legs. Murphy looked down, his stomach sinking, skin paling more than its normal complexion. "Shit..." He frowned. Sophia's right leg looked bruised, maybe slightly burnt, but her left, the one that had stepped on the explosive, was completely charred from the knee down, bones slightly exposed.

"John--" Sophia weakly called, bringing his attention back to her face. "Easy. You uh...your leg's..." Murphy frowned, unsure how to explain it without making her freak out more. "I don't want to die...not here..." She whimpered.

"I won't let that happen," Murphy swore, holding Sophia up, looking around as Jaha carefully scanned the area. No one knew how or when, but somehow they entered a 100+ year old minefield.

Sophia tried to stay conscious. She fought it off as long as she could before she inevitably passed out. What felt like only a few minutes turned out to be a few hours, and when she woke up, Sophia found herself in a boat, being pulled onto shore.

"You're awake," Murphy muttered tiredly. Sophia sat up in confusion, looking around at the island they were on now. "What is this place?" She questioned before looking at Murphy's arm, seeing the bite on his arm. "Your arm!" Sophia grabbed his arm, quickly apologizing when he winced in pain. "I'm fine. I'm more worried about your leg." Murphy frowned. Sophia looked down. Her left leg was wrapped up with some kind of cloth. She went to reach down, only to be stopped by Murphy.

"You don't want to see it." Murphy insisted before looking around again with a frown. "Where's the chancellor?" Sophia questioned. "Abandoned us. It doesn't matter. We don't need him." Sophia frowned as she let Murphy help her out of the boat.

The pair both weakly limped through the island when the echoes of music could be heard. "Do you hear that?" Sophia's brows furrowed as she leaned against Murphy as they followed the noise until they found what looked like a lighthouse. "Stay here." Murphy leaned her against the side of the lighthouse as he pried the door open.

Sophia limped, using the wall for support. The music grew louder as the pair inched their way down the stairs to find a lavish bunker. Sophia's eyes widened in awe while Murphy's lips quirked into a smirk. "Promised land." He helped Sophia to the couch as he started looking around the bunker.

"Holy shit, Soph, this place is perfect!" Murphy walked over, holding a bottle of whiskey as he walked back over to the couch. He frowned when he noticed Sophia had taken the wrapping off her left leg. "Shit...That’s getting worse." Murphy frowned, helping Sophia pull her left leg up onto the coffee table. It was still charred and now looked infected and pussed.

A tense silence fell over the pair. Both had an idea what needed to be done; it was a matter of who would suggest it first.

"We need to amputate..." Sophia frowned. "With what, Soph? We aren't medical professionals and we don't have proper equipment. What if you die!" Murphy frowned.

"I'll die if we don't." Sophia frowned before eying the bottle of whiskey, quickly grabbing it and taking a long swig from the bottle. Her face scrunched at the burning feeling, but she took another swig until her head started growing fuzzy. "There's...there's gotta be a knife or something..." She mumbled, glancing at Murphy's belt. "And that...your belt, Clarke taught me...tighten it above where you're gonna cut--"

"Hold on! I'm cutting?!" Murphy questioned. Sophia frowned, "It has to be you, Murphy. I won't be able to do it right." Murphy groaned but started undoing his belt. "You've got to be shitting me." He muttered while gesturing to her pants. "Pretty sure those are going to have to come off unless you want denim in you or whatever."

"Yeah, yeah. Just find something to cut with." Sophia huffed as she tried to carefully shimmy out of her pants. Murphy vanished to another part of the bunker before returning with more alcohol, some bandage wraps and a regular kitchen knife.

"Fuck." Sophia frowned. "Yeah." Murphy sighed, looking at the knife in his hands before grabbing his belt to tie it off just above Sophia's right knee. "This is fucking insane, you know that, right?" Murphy questioned, kneeling in front of Sophia's leg. "I know." Sophia frowned, drinking some more whiskey before handing the bottle to Murphy. "One of us should probably be sober for this," Murphy muttered as he picked the knife up. "Are you sure about this?" He double checked.

"Murphy, I swear if you don't just do it already, I'm going to strangle you." She warned. Murphy sighed, "Right...right." He muttered as he started, wincing when Sophia screamed out in pain.

"HOLY FUCKING-- MOTHER FUCKING--" Sophia screamed, making Murphy wince again as he kept cutting, muttering a series of curses to himself as he kept getting stopped by the knife not going through.

After several painful moments, Murphy yanked Sophia's left leg off. His stomach churned as he wrapped a bandage around her leg. Sophia was pale and covered in sweat. Murphy frowned worriedly as he handed her the bottle of whiskey back. "You alright?" Murphy questioned worriedly.

"Oh yeah, I feel maybe five pounds lighter." Sophia joked weakly. "Only five?" Murphy smirked slightly, dodging when Sophia threw one of the pillows at him. "Stay here. I'm going to toss this...I...your leg outside. Fucking Christ, that's...that's not something I should be saying." Murphy muttered, suppressing a gag as he picked up the severed leg before walking back up the stairs.

Sophia watched Murphy go. She stayed still for a moment, then reached over, picking up a remote. Her head tilted to the side as she pushed a few buttons, stopping the music and starting a video on the TV, showing the exact same couch she was currently sitting on.

[I tried to stop her... But I lost control. She got the launch codes. It was her. She did it... But it was my fault.] Sophia shifted how she was sitting, her brows furrowed slightly as the man in the video picked up a gun. [I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.]

"The fuck is this--" Murphy came back over right as the man in the video lifted the gun, shooting himself in the chest, making Sophia panic and try to scramble off the couch, falling to the floor in the process. "Sophia!" Murphy immediately picked her up.

"What the fuck was that?!" Sophia shouted. Murphy frowned, still holding Sophia up. "We need to get out of here." Murphy frowned as he started heading back up the stairs. Both teens paled when a loud locking noise could be heard.

"John?" "Son of a bitch..."

A/N: and with this Whatever The Weather has ended. There's one bonus smut chapter but other than that this fic has come to an end 💗