Approximately three days had passed since you landed on Earth. And yet, you still couldn’t get used to everything that came with it, like having to hunt to survive. You had never done it before, and you never thought the day would come when your feet would touch the ground to do it. But now that you were trying to do something to help the others, it wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

You froze when you heard voices near you, and before you could look in any direction, something flew past you, slamming into the tree behind you—a knife.

Suddenly, Bellamy was standing next to you, scanning you with his eyes. "I almost killed you. Why aren’t you back at camp?"