Miranda didn't fully see what happened to Sayori, just that she was there one moment then gone the next. Everything after that was a blur, Miranda like the others was thrown from the room. When she pushed herself up she felt something wet and warm on her face. Reaching up to wipe it off Miranda knew it was blood before she looked at it. The blood wasn't her own but rather Sayori's. “Crazy bitch got herself killed. And you wonder why I wasn't fucking keen on volunteering.” Miranda said, to no one in particular as she turned and started walking back to the surface. Once there she found the guard that taken her guns. She managed to convince him to give back her pistol but he kept the rifle saying it was needed for perimeter defense. She knew she wasn't going to win the argument so left it.
A couple of questions around the camp and she found a stream that the survivors had been using to bathe. With what just happened she just wanted to get clean, to wash off the dirt, grime and blood. No what she really wanted to do was be back home in her parent's house sleeping in her bed but she was beginning to think that was never going to happen. Hell at this point she would rather be on her cot in the Concert prison station. “Should have took my chances in prison.” Miranda said, aloud to herself as she started pealing her flight suit off. She knelt down in the water soaking the suit in the water washing it off. Once it was clean she draped it over a tree to dry then stepped into the water herself.
It was surprisingly warm and felt refreshing better than the cold water on the make shift showers on the ship. She indulged in the water longer than she needed to letting the warm water soak into her sore muscles. Finally after close to an hour later she got out of the water and changed into some clothes that had been given to her. They were hand made of some sort of woven fiber and itched a little. The crew on the planet had made them. The idea must have been one size fits all as she had to roll up the pants and tie a cord around the waist to keep them up. They would work until her suit dried.
What she was going to do now she had no idea, but she knew she sure as hell wasn't staying on the planet. Thankfully her skill as a pilot ensured she had a ticket on the shuttle. If she wasn't sure knew she would be 'volunteered' to stay on the ground. Miranda found herself wandering around the camp actually impressed at how built up it was. “Clarke!” She heard a male shout and turned to see a Kel'cyre man standing about ten feet from her with his fists clenched. Miranda didn't answer him just stood there waiting for him to get to the point, though she had an idea what it was. “Its disgusting that they are letting you walk around free. My sister was in the Lyran capital when you monsters bombed it. She was killed.”
“I had nothing to do with that.” Miranda said, turning away from the man and meaning to walk off but he closed the distance between them and shoved her. Miranda stumbled a couple of steps but somehow managed to stay on her feet. She spun around and looked at him, her first reaction wanting to be to throw a punch at him but she just stood there. “It doesn't matter you aren't going to believe me. Nobody ever does. Go on do whatever you think you have to do to make this right.” Miranda said, the man stepping toward her again and punching her. The blow knocked Miranda to the ground and the man moved closer kicking her in the stomach. He didn't stopped and despite the kicks Miranda let her focus wander from her attacker. She noticed a mechanical squirrel run out of bushes and jump at the Kel'cyre man. He batted it away knocking it to the ground making Miranda realize it was the one the befriended it. “Glad you made it out but run along I'm not worth it.” She said, to the animal as another kick hit her stomach.
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