It has only been a few days since Sloan’s arrival to- what Bellamy calls it- the Hellhole. Calling it a “hellhole” is a bit over dramatic. Sure it’s seven, now eight, kids in a whole country all alone, but most of you have survived.

Like always, you find yourself walking to “your” spot in the woods, though it’s not really yours. It’s one of those sleepless nights. Even though every night is a sleepless one for you, you couldn’t stay still for whatever reason. So there you find yourself, walking in the woods late at night, an old lighter the only the illuminating your path.

You start thinking. Thinking about Sloan. Why does everyone hate him? You wonder. It’s probably because Bellamy is an asshole and doesn’t trust anyone from the city. Let alone the heir to the rule of the whole ass nation. Or maybe it’s because Ryker is a grumpy and selfish ass who doesn’t like anyone new.

You get to your spot, which is just a rock near the cliff. There, Sloan is sitting on “your” rock. You don’t mind though. You’ve never really gotten on board with this whole “let’s hate Sloan” bandwagon.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, holding what you assume is a flashlight. It’s so fancy looking. Like one of the pocket knives that Bellamy has given you. Only except for a blade, it’s a light. A bright, bright light.