FANFIC: an endless desert; with a vast purple sky (The 100)

[queenslayerbee]

Here's a The 100 ficlet I wrote in 2021, as well.

Title: an endless desert; with a vast purple sky.
Fandom: The 100 (TV).
Character/Pairing: Emori/John Murphy.
Rating/Warnings: T, none.
Summary: Emori could've mistaken that boy for another walking corpse. For the prompt "Memori and Zombie Apocalypse".
Word count: 444

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Emori could've mistaken that boy for another walking corpse, if it wasn’t for the lengthy rant of expletives that left his mouth while he uselessly kicked the sand under his feet.

The desert, Emori decided a long, long time ago, was a good place to hide from the walkers. The sand slowed them down, enough to easily get rid of them when the storms weren't enough to do the job for her. And a lot of people got lost trying to cross it, which meant Emori could sneak up on them and take a look at their provisions, see if there was anything she could use to get by; she hadn’t dared wander too far from the desert in months, not since Otan was bitten. Unsuspecting drifters were almost her sole source of sustenance.

This particular boy seemed to be of little use. He traveled alone, carrying his meager possessions in one single pouch. Emori would need to fight him for it and she felt too weakened for it; even if she succeeded, without help he would die shortly, and that would become not only another weight in her conscience but a future problem to deal with, if he woke up while she still wasn't far enough.

However, something had to be done. His furious screams, amusing as they were —whoever Jaha was, they should try to steer clear— were bound to draw attention to the area. Emori had gone through a lot of trouble to make it a good place to rest and take refuge in.

“You’re going to draw them here, you know? Is that what you want?”

The boy turned around startled, mouth open as if ready to direct his ire towards her, but he stopped in his tracks at the last moment when he got a good look at her. He was transfixed; he looked for all it was worth like someone who had never met another human being before.

“Are you... alright?” he asked.

That was a testament to how long Emori had gone underfed or without a bath on the oasis. Luckily, she wasn’t one to take it personally.

“I’m hungry. You should leave, before you start looking a bit too tempting,” she answered, pointing away with the tip of her knife.

The boy started rummaging through his bag. “I have water left, some crackers and err... part of a snake?” he said. He eagerly extended a canteen towards her.

Now it was Emori’s turn to look as if she was staring at the strangest creature she had ever crossed paths with. In all her time in the desert, not one single wanderer had ever offered her anything.