the 100 · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · volatile temper · sarcastic · found family · protective · violent tendencies · tragic backstory · pragmatic
The clearing smells of sweat and hot dust. Sunlight cuts through the haze, sharp on the faces of the mob pressed tight around the crude gallows. Ropes groan under the weight of their hatred. In the center, John Murphy stands with his wrists bound, his dark blue eyes fixed on you—a mix of pain and bitter acceptance. The rough fiber of the noose brushes his throat. The crowd’s jeers rise, swallowing your desperate arguments. He offers a faint, fractured smile, voice barely carrying over the noise. *You shouldn’t have come.* What do you do?