Experimented with making treats today! Just smashed up some ground beef and tapioca flour and baked at 200 for a while. It was still pretty moist once cooled so I tore it up and nuked it in the microwave. Froze all but a little bit, which got refrigerated. Nice and dry, perfect and bouncy!
Chapter 4 - First to Dye
“So what do you want to do now?” I asked Murphy.
On the Ark all we could do was wish for this type of freedom but now that I was here and could truly do whatever I wanted I was overwhelmed. I could not decide what I wanted to do first. Maybe find some water so I could learn to swim. I always wanted to swim.
“What do you want to do?” He asked me instead of answering my question.
“I would like to find some water.” I told him with a smile.
Murphy looked back at me and smiled.
“Still dreaming about learning to swim?” He asked me.
“Of course.” I told him. “You know you want to go for a swim too.” I told him.
“Can’t say I look forward to drowning today, but if my Baby Doll wants to swim we will find you a place to swim.” He told me.
“Wells said he was looking for water.” John told the two of us, trying to get into our conversation.
“Yes he did.” Murphy responded.
All of our eyes surveyed the make shift camp that was starting to be built. My eyes landed on him standing near the drop ship collecting some wood. It looked like it was for the fire.
“He’s over there.” I told them as I pointed in his direction.
“Let’s go.” Murphy said.
He was a little more eager then I thought he would be. He really did not like Wells.
We were about to reach him when Murphy held out his arm and told us to wait.
“What are we doing?” John asked.
“Just wait.” Murphy responded.
A few minutes later Wells disappeared back into the woods. I assumed to look for more firewood.
Once he was out of sight Murphy ran over to where he was dumping the wood into a pile and started to carve something on the side of the drop ship. When he was done and moved out of the way I looked to see what he had written. Carved into the side of the ship said First son, first to dye.
I took in what I was reading knowing that Murphy would not actually kill Wells; he just wanted to scare him. I also noticed that he spelt die wrong. I did not have the heart to tell him that though. He looked so proud of himself and John did not seem to notice. He grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me around the corner. John followed the two of us as we hid out of view for Wells to return.
It did not take long for Wells to return. His back was to us and he was placing the wood he had in his hands onto the pile that he had already made.
“Find any water yet?” John asked.
“No, not yet, but…” Wells replied but stopped when he saw who was talking to him.
There was a shocked look on his face. He obviously was not expecting our group to approach him again so soon.
Murphy took a step forward and I followed standing to his right. John stayed a step behind to his left. From where I was standing I could see the smirk on Murphy’s face. He stood confidently with his hands in his pockets. I looked over to John who was standing all tense. He looked angry for some reason. It was easy to see that both of these boys were trying to prove how macho they were. Trying to prove they were dominant over Wells.
If the boys want to have fun, who am I to stand in the way? I thought.
Whatever was about to unfold I was okay with that.
“I’m going back out. If you want to come.” He asked me more than the other two.
I did not answer, I just stood there with my arms crossed over my chest. I had no intention of leaving Murphy to go off with Wells of all people.
It was at this moment that Wells noticed what Murphy had carved into the side of the drop ship.
Wells looked back at Murphy causing him to chuckle at him. Murphy then proceeded to pretend to scratch his nose with the hand that was holding his knife. Making sure Wells knew he was the one who wrote it. Then all of a sudden Murphy’s demeanor changed. He became more tense.
“You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the air lock chamber when your father floated him.” Murphy Wells.
I could not help the tightness in my chest that had formed. I had not thought about that day for so long but it was apparent in Murphy’s voice that he thought about it every day.
I had been there with him and his mother. We were only eight at the time. My mother and he had been best friends since they were kids. Our families were separable so of course we would be there for them at this moment. I was unable to hold back my tears as he begged to be spared. He was just trying to save his son like any father would. His mom was silent and she seemed to be in shock. She was not crying I remembered that the most how his mom did not shed one tear. At least not in front of me. Murphy had broken down the instant the air lock doors opened.
He fell to the floor crying. I knew he blamed himself for this and that I could not stand. I wanted so much to tell him this was not his fault but I could not find the words. I did the only thing I could; I sat down next to him and hugged him as he cried.
We sat there until our parents separated us. I had no idea how much time had passed but when we stood up the front of my shirt was soaked with his tears. That had been the first of only two times I had ever seen Murphy cry.
Wells started to walk forward not really looking at any of us.
“You spelt die wrong, geniuses.” He said as he walked by and bumped into Murphy’s shoulder.
Murphy just looked after him smiling but John looked pissed. I could not help but feel a little anger fill my body. I was angry that Wells brought up the fact that he spelt the word wrong. It was not really his fault he got locked up right after we turned eleven. It was not like they educated the criminals.
As Wells walked away Bellamy started to make his way towards us. I could see the determined look he had on his face. He was up to something. He was a man with a purpose.
“If you’re going to kill someone. It’s probably best not to announce it.” He said when he saw what Murphy wrote on the drop ship.
It’s probably best if you don’t get involved in other people’s business. I thought.
I really wanted to tell him, but I knew he wanted something so I bit my tongue and waited to see what he was going to say.
Murphy just chuckled in response. I did not know what he was laughing at. I found what Bellamy said was un called for but it was not my place to say so. He was not talking to me.
Stay out of the way, stay unseen, watch, then act. That was how I lived my life.
“You’re not really one of the guards, are you?” Murphy asked.
I could not help but smile.
Finally someone else besides me sees this.
“No, the real guard will be here soon.” He said not even trying to lie about it. “Unless we stop it.” He finished.
Unless we stopped it. What was he getting at it? I could not help but be suspicious of him. It was just in my nature to be suspicious of everyone I meet, but he was hiding something. That I was shore off.
“You don’t actually think they’re gonna forgive your crimes?” He asked.
I was starting to see where he was going with this. Most crimes would probably be forgiven but people like Murphy and I would probably end up right where we started. In jail.
“Even if they do. Then what?” Bellamy continued.
I looked over and saw Murphy look to the ground. He was obviously listening to what he was saying. Not only listening but believing him. I looked back to Bellamy who obviously very happy with himself right now.
“Guys like us what, become model citizens now, get jobs, if we’re lucky maybe pick up their trash?” Bellamy said.
I could hear his voice get a little on edge as he spoke the last few words. I took a mental note of that and would question it later.
“You got a point?” John finally asked what I had been thinking.
“No. I got a question.” Bellamy said.
Man, this guy was a good talker.
“They locked you up. Dumped you down here like lab rates to die. So why are you helping them?” Bellamy asked.
“The hell we are.” John practically yelled.
He seemed to be getting the two boys worked up just like he wanted.
“You’re wearing those bracelets aren’t you?” Bellamy told them.
Finally there it was. What he wanted. The wrist bands he wanted them off. The only question was why?
“Right now those things are telling them whether or not it’s safe to follow us down.” He told them.
“Ok you said we could stop it. How?” Murphy finally spoke up.
Bellamy smiled; he knew he was going to get what he wanted. He had picked correctly, it was easy for him to manipulate Murphy and I did not like that.
“Take them off. The Ark will think you’re dead, that it’s not safe to follow. You follow?” Bellamy asked him.
Murphy just smiled back at him.
“How about your girlfriend, does she follow?” He asked Murphy like I was not just standing right there.
I could not bite my tongue any longer.
“Not his girlfriend, and I don’t follow any one.” I told him.
I started him right down and he did not seem to be backing down or looking away. That was until Murphy spoke up.
“Right, and if we do, I mean what’s in it for us?” Murphy asked obviously not to give in unless we got something in return.
I guess that’s what this is about. If Bellamy could give him something better than the benefits from the Ark he would agree. I was going to take the band off either way. There are people on the Ark I don’t want to know I’m still alive. It would make it a lot easier to deal with them when they come down if they think I’m dead.
“Someone had got to help me run things.” He said and walked away.
Murphy and John looked after him. I, on the other hand, could not help but think about his words. He thought he was in charge. He wanted to run things. I guess that’s okay. For now.
Next Chapter
Remembering Steve Alder (Murphy)who passed away on this day.
*january 28 1950
+february 28 1997
Newcastle United have sent out a strong message ahead of the UEFA Champions League Round of 16, with Jacob Murphy and Dan Burn insisting they fear no opponent — whether it’s Barcelona or Chelsea.
The Magpies made history ทีเด็ดบอลไหล by reaching the knockout stage for the first time after crushing Qarabag 9-3 on aggregate in the playoff round. They now await the draw to discover whether they will face five-time European champions FC Barcelona or two-time winners Chelsea FC.
Speaking to Amazon Prime Sports, Murphy stressed that Newcastle are ready to take on anyone, even if they are viewed as underdogs. He expressed full confidence in the current squad, particularly in a two-legged home-and-away format that allows the team to fully showcase their identity and strengths.
Meanwhile, local defender and lifelong supporter Dan Burn described reaching the knockout rounds as a major milestone for the club. He emphasized that Newcastle have already proven they can compete with Europe’s elite, pointing to their 1-1 draw against Paris Saint-Germain in the previous round. Burn added that facing top-level opposition only raises the performance standards of both himself and his teammates.
However, Newcastle will be without key midfielder Bruno Guimarães in the Round of 16. The Brazilian is currently recovering from a thigh injury back home and is expected to return after the March international break.
I always regress at the worst times. Such a bad dog, I’m such a bad dog. I wanna be good so bad but I feel like it would be better for everyone if he drove really far away and took me out of the car, threw a bone and made me chase it, then just drove away. Left me there. I know deep down it’s the truth. I jusy don’t want to let go. But I know it’s better
Way to go, Murphy. Useless as always. You made it worse. Always fucking make it worse.
Disappointing him has to be one of the worst feelings in the world, it makes me feel so tiny and small and so fucking sick to my stomach. Makes me wanna just sit at his feet and beg him for forgiveness and to tell me he still loves me.
Feb 19, 2026, 07:13 PM ET
ESPN was informed by sources on Thursday that the Milwaukee Brewers have awarded a fresh three-year contract to Pat Murphy, the current two-time recipient of the National League Manager of the Year award.
As sources disclosed to ESPN, this latest deal features a team option extending into 2029.
Last season, Murphy, aged 68, guided Milwaukee to a league-leading 97-65…
“People always say I must have seen evil in his eyes when I sat across from him during our interrogations, and I have to honestly tell you that I didn’t. I saw a very ordinary guy who, when we talked about things other than his crimes, was a lot like me, like you, like anyone you know.
Despite Dahmer’s crimes, Kennedy describes a strange kind of kinship that developed when he began to genuinely accept Dahmer’s remorse for his numerous murders.📋
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(I’d Like To Speak With Detective Kennedy And Lieutenant Murphy, And With My Lawyer When I’m Finished. )
Jeff Dahmer 📝
The sun beamed through the tent gaps in Cassie’s field of vision. Her head throbbed, her face still stained with yesterday’s tears, heart feeling hollow. She felt so alone in this camp full of people. Not understanding these emotions pent up and unsure of how to express them so as usual even back on the ship, she’d bottle it up and cry about it later. Depression loomed over her like a thick cloud, dark and morbid, but she didn’t want to alarm her campmates so like clockwork she put on her boots, tied the laces and braided her hair before stepping out the tent. As to fake her entire mood, she looked busy as to avoid anyone at camp. Especially Clarke, if she knew how she was feeling her Mary Sue personality will start to get on her nerves way quicker than she would like to confess.
Grabbing log from the woodlands, still within the camp premises, they were preparing for another set of cold nights for however long this was going to last. While focused on her own thing and in her own world she heard footsteps from behind. Turning with attitude, Cass was greeted by Jasper. The camp clown and resident simp for Octavia.
‘Figured you could use the help?’ He beamed.
Cassie really wasn’t feeling the friendly vibe.
'I’m fine.’ Cassie awkwardly smiled. 'Really.’ As if warning him away.
'Suit yourself I’m here now. You don’t have to talk to me.’
'Why do you care to stick around where you’re not wanted?’ Cassie said in a rude tone.
Jasper was a little taken aback, but his typical happy sunshine attitude was unphased by her bluntness. He knew of the mechanic but had never seen her in person, Cassie’s existence was always that of mystery and the young boy wanted to know more. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find her pretty. Even if her green eyes were giving a serpent about to snap at a moment’s notice rather than soft as a shining emerald freshly minded from the undergrounds of the deepest depths of the earth. He took the chance, even if it was to speak to a pretty lady like Cassie was. Instead of grabbing wood and passing it to Cassie he sat to the side, back against a tree and made himself comfortable before opening a flask which reeked of alcohol. Honestly, a drink sounded good right about now. Numbing the pain is the best thing for her right now.
Jasper could sense her desperation at the appearance of a flask. He offered his bottle.
Snatching it from him, she gulped heavily. As if a fish to water. She had no sense of shame in this moment. Before handing it back to him and making a disgusted face as she finished her last swallow.
'Strong shit’ Cassie made a point to mention.
'That’s the point.’ Jasper responded with a smile.
That smile infuriated Cassie for some reason. How can he be so happy despite the issues amongst camp and the camp politics that have come about with Bellamy deciding to take charge. The asshole literally is the reason Murphy was shunned out and nearly killed for something that wasn’t his fault. It’s almost as if timed perfectly, Jasper asked about Murphy.
'Your friends with Murphy aren’t you?’
As if even the name would trigger a reaction. The brown haired girl stared daggers at him as if telling him to watch what he says next. Well, that answers Jaspers question.
'Hey, not a hater. He was done dirty.’
Cassie breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t prepared to have a all out brawl with someone x2 her height and on half a bottle of liquor deep. She was stubborn but she wasn’t stupid.
'Yeah. He's…a friend of mine.’ Cassie showed a little bit of sadness in her voice and expressed her sadness. Almost as if she was grieving.
'I may not have enjoyed his ways when under Bell’s wing, he was not deserving of that.’
She didn’t know what to think, while she believed what he said. Clearly showing understanding, her guard stayed up. Murphy was a hot topic in camp after his exile clearly where 99% of people believed he deserved to be kicked, but Bellamy was allowed to stay put for triggering the incident, that was something she couldn’t get her head round. Putting her logs she collected down to the side, she placed herself next to Jasper. Making herself comfy on the dried grass next to the boy and decided she was going to find out more.
After a while, time had flown. Alcohol was drunk. Rumours were explained. Cassie if anything was more upset and betrayed than before she started quizzing. She slapped her knees and went to get up. Collecting the logs she was sent to grab and looked to Jasper.
'Thankyou. I appreciate you filling me in.’ She thanks him kindly.
Walking towards camp again Cassie found herself really wanting to confront Bellamy. She was angry. Rightfully so, cause for a grown man, he was manipulating everyone around him to fill his own selfish gain which was trying to save his skin from attempting to murder Jaha. She knew Murphy is someone who will blend in and prioritise being safe over anything else. While it came off as manipulative, anyone else would do the same. Cassie in her slightly drunken state stumbled into the camp and headed for her tent. Just collapsing onto the bed roll before falling asleep. It was a couple hours before shit went down.
'Get the ship open.’ Someone screamed.
It alerted Cassie and she woke up suddenly, sober but hungover. Her head pounded and everything felt claustrophobic in her tent. So as she stepped out, she surveyed the dark scene in front of her. A group of people led by Clarke dragging a limp body into the drop ship. Cassie followed, wondering what was going on. Clarke stopped her from going inside.
’You can’t go in there. We’re treating him.’ Clarke ordered.
'Treating who?’ Cassie asked with worry.
Clarke went straight mouthed.
'Who Clarke?’ Cassie demanded an answer.
'Murphy.’ Clarke finally answered.
Life flashed before her eyes, time felt slow. Her heart raced. Without a single thought she rushed straight in and pushed Clarke to the floor. Looking frantically for the mangled boy. He was curled up in a foetal position on the floor, covered in blood and gashes. He looked worse than when we reunited a few weeks ago during her capture.
'Murphy.’ She screamed.
She knelt down to pick him up but was pulled up before she could. Bellamy looped his arms round her from behind and yanked her away. Cassie thrashed and kicked, trying to do any damage and defending herself against him.
'Let me go you piece of shit.’ The girl screamed to no avail.
She was dragged outside and thrown to the floor. Quite hard too, causing injury to her face. But with much determination, she picked herself up and stormed towards the ship where Bellamy went to go inside. She grabbed a piece of wood and whacked him with the impact of a solid throw. Knocking him to the floor. Raven ran out and had to Cassie back, she was so angry, she was almost frothing at the mouth. Raven tried to calm her friend down but she was too strong. Raven had to turn her around and be stern.
'Wellgreen. Stop. Cassie this is insanity.’
Cassie looked at Raven’s brown eyes and felt sad. Raven never yelled at her, she always witnessed others getting chewed out by Raven but not to her. It felt crushing. Like a scolded puppy. Cassie used that as opportunity to stop. Her face stung as the tears fell down her freckled cheeks as the salt filled the scratches on her face.
'I know you’re desperate Cassie but this isn’t healthy. Murphy isn’t your family. He was exiled. You shouldn’t be this hysterical.’
Cassie’s face went dark. Her eyes showed rage. Before opening her mouth she walked away before turning round.
'At least I’m one of the few people here that have fucking humanity.’ She spat on the ground.
-Later that day -
By the riverside, the moonlight shone on the waters. The dark night and lack of any light sources allowed the girl to hide her ugly crying. She felt her eyes puffy and face swollen, hair a mess from pulling it out. Her anxiety was sky rocketing. Murphy could be dying and she was here wasting away cause everyone didn’t understand why she was so devastated.
