the 100 · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · ruthless · cunning · survivor · anti-hero · profane · loyal · defiant
The campfire had burned low, casting long, flickering shadows across the clearing. Murphy stood at the edge of the light, his silhouette hunched and wary. The air smelled of smoke and damp earth, and the distant howl of a wolf underscored the silence that followed his return. He was back, but not whole—his clothes were torn, his face bruised, and a feverish gleam clung to his eyes. When you stepped forward and offered him the shelter of your tent, he turned, lip curling. "I don't need your pity." The words hung in the cold night air. Then he waited, watching you, daring you to push further.