Spark Of Madness [John Murphy]

A familiar voice calls out, and my head snaps to the direction of the male. "Clarke?" He looked down to the blonde, a look of concern before his gaze met Bellamy.

Clarke looked up to him, mirroring the concern that was on his face. "Finn, you shouldn't be in here. No one should."

Finn looked between John and Clarke, unable to focus on one person. He's thinking about you, how you're going to feel about John being back. "I heard you were sick" He breathed out shallowly, before looking around the dropship. See, he cares! That's the sort of person you need to be with, not a heartless monster like Murphy. Wait, Scarlet actually knows his name... I thought she had developed selective amnesia. Is that a choice? I'd love to forget him. Finn looked to see many teens now sat against the walls, blood slowly trickling from their eyes and noses. "Clarke, what is this?" He turned around, slowly looking to all the teens, before his eyes landed on me, and the small hole I was curled up in. Eyes widening ever so slightly, I held a finger to my lips as my eyes snapped to John and back to him. He nodded faintly before looking back to Clarke. If anyone noticed that he nodded, he can blame the situation. He wont expose you.

Clarkelooked up to him, helpless. No-one knows what this is... it's new to us all "Idon't know, some kind of hemorrhagic fever" Fever... big deal "We justneed to contain it before--" One of the delinquents began to wretch, hisbody convulsing on the floor. You sure that's no big deal Scar? You want tovomit blood? Clarke jumped up to her feet, rushing towards the boy, only tohave Finn grab onto her arms. Bad idea. Touch seems to be the cause of spread.So we have an excuse to avoid all contact with Zombie boy? Fantastic! Clarkelooked up to him and shook her head. "Hey, don't touch me. You could getsick" Ahh, not Hottie #2 "Wash your hands. Now." She stopped,standing above the boy, assessing the situation before her. Do you know whatto do when someone has seizure in your bathtub? Throw your laundry in Not the Time for jokes Henry. I don't know, that waspretty funny... considering. Exactlywhy it's not funny. Something's wrong, very wrong.

"What the hell is happening to him?" Finn looked to Clarke, hoping the child of the doctor would know how to deal with this. She is the best one to look to But she's a dick... I hate her.

Clarke stayed in place, as Bellamy and Finn both came to stand beside her. "I don't know." Does this girl know anything? Her mum is a doctor and she doesn't know what a seizure is? Go on then genius, why is he having a seizure? Why should it matter to me? That can easily happen to Avalon, and kids are ill, without any explanation of how to recover. The boy continued to cough, blood now pouring out of his mouth, Gross, before collapsing to the floor, and not moving anymore. He's gone. Clarke quickly fell to her knees, looking over him and checking for a pulse. This is worse than we thought.

Bellamy whispered, "Is he--" his voice finally sounding even vaguely human, Well he's always been human to me. Idiot, you chose the monster, finally expressing an emotion other than anger.

Looking over her shoulder, to the leader of the camp, Clarke mumbled weakly. "He's dead" And now is when things get difficult. Everyone's face had the same expression, shock. Wait... he's actually dead? Like seriously? Seriously, this disease is going to kill a lot of people here. Clarke quickly stood up, and picked up the bottle of alcohol Monty had left lying out from last night. Disinfect those who haven't been exposed and isolate those who have... it's a start. She walked to Finn and begun to pour it onto his outstretched hands.

"What do we do?" Finn asked, his eyes not leaving the boy who lie dead on the floor, the exact place my eyes were trying so hard to avoid. If you look, I'll vomit for you... then zombie will see us. Don't look, it'll just distress you. Clarke began to breathe deeply, her eyes searching for an answer.