Psychopath | | Bellamy Blake

Fires = not good

Bellamy and James jogged over to Clarke, Bellamy with a gun - and James with a long knife.

He had almost no experience with knives, but it was the only available weapon, so he took what he could get. Octavia had been giving him short, fundamental lessons on how to fight in her spare time - which wasn't a lot, but it was enough.

"Anything?" Bellamy questioned, Clarke shaking her head in response.

"Are we sure they're even coming? It's been two days - maybe the bomb scared them off," James suggested, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth.

"You believe that?" Bellamy said, scanning the forest before him.

James didn't need to think, but he did anyway. The way the grounders were ruthless, they were sure to come back. But what if there were others like Lincoln; maybe they had convinced their leade not to. Alas, that was just wishful thinking.

"No."

"They're coming," Clarke agreed. "It's just a matter of when."

"Jasper thinks he can cook up some more gunpowder if he gets some sulfur, and Raven says she can turn that into landmines, so be careful where you step," Bellamy said, James nodding along to the statement.

"I can help Raven with building - I have some experience with engineering," James said, hopping over a branch.

He had recovered a lot from the grounder prison in the past few days, and telling Bellamy about that particular section of his life relieved great weight off his chest. Although - he knew for as long as he lived he would never be the same as before the incident.

But he felt freer down here. Even though they were awaiting an attack, he couldn't help but feel content. He still hadn't seen Dax; he had friends down here, enough to eat - most people didn't even hate him anymore.

"What I really need is 1,000 more of her tin can bombs so I can roll into their village and blow those grounders to hell," Bellamy muttered as he sidestepped a tree.

Clarke's face morphed into one of discomfort, Bellamy noticing. "What? That's what they want to do to us."

"Can't believe we survived 100 years just so we could slaughter each other." She said as she took a second to admire the forest around them, still amazed they weren't in the Ark.

"Any word from the Ark?"

"Radio silence," Clarke responded, her mind drifting back to her mother. James placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, trying his best to be empathetic.

"Finally ran out of air," Bellamy commented.

"Maybe my mom was lucky, being on the Exodus ship. At least it was quick. No one is coming down to save us."

"Then we'll just have to save ourselves," James said, turning to both delinquents. "Come on; we've survived this far. No sense in giving up now."

He jogged forward a few paces, leaving Bellamy and Clarke shocked at the sudden optimism; before turning back.

"What are you guys waiting for; we've got work to do."

***

"Hey Tavi," James bumped into Octavia's shoulder playfully, laying the piece of meat he had carried on the makeshift table.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" She grinned, taking the meat to pin it onto a line of thin wire - inside a sort of oven they had created.

"Oh nothing, just happy to be alive, healthy, and safe."