Murphy returned to the camp, and with him, a biological weapon that the Grounders had used against you. You didn't know exactly what it was, only that it was extremely contagious, and so far, a significant number of those infected had died.

The disease itself didn't cause death, but the absence of medicine and medical care did.

Bellamy walked behind you, trying to stop you. But at that moment, you knew what you had to do. They needed food, medicine; you couldn't just stay there waiting for more people to die.

"The Grounders are just waiting for us to step outside to..." His voice halted along with your steps. Your hand reaching for your head due to a sudden discomfort. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, even though deep down, he knew.