May We Meet Again

Part 2

>>Bellamy<<

I sit on a over turned barrel, staring at the bonfire, and listening to the laughter, yelling, and drunk talking of the people around me. I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep. My mind won't let me. All I can think about is pulling that lever and the softness of Clarke's lips when she kissed my cheek. As selfish and heartless as it is, Clarke was more on my mind then how I just killed thousands of people. Where was she now? Sitting on the ground, miles from here, in the dark, alone? Was she with the grounders? With Lexa? I should have gone after her. I shouldn't of let her leave. Or at least gone with her. Or kissed her. God Damn. I should have kissed her. But now she's gone, and she's probably never coming back. Should I go after her? Will she maybe come back?
No. Bellamy, you know clarke and she's stubborn. The only way to get her back is to either drag her, or for people to be dying ag-
Then I have the craziest most insane idea ever.

~Murphey~

I sit there, frozen, cracker and wine in hand. The video camera flicks off, and I sit there in the silence, the fear begging to creep up one me- figures, I mean, I just watched some guy kill himself on camera. Questions came at me from all different angles.

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Why did he kill himself?!

Where did the body go?!

Why would he video tape it?!

And most importantly,
WHO IS 'SHE'?!

I get up, and I look up at the exit. The last thing I wanted to do was get eaten by some kind of cow bird rat thing, but there's some dead dude trying to tell me somthing. Or was. What ever. Maybe there are other people here, who can help. Again, I remember wierd hybrid radiation born animal freak that ate Craig. Venturing off into the jungle can't be a good idea. And what about phyco Jaha? He's either dead, or chasing a butterfly around asking it for directions. But there's no way I'm going after him, not after he killed eight people for the sake of the city of light, or what ever or what ever this place is. Death island sounds more like it. I get up and begin to pace around the room.
Who is- or was this guy? How did he get here? Did anyone come here with him? He was pretty upset, and who ever this "her" person is, I don't think she'll be passing out goodie bags as I skip down the yellow brick road to hell. Is "she" still on the island? Is she dangerous? Is she even a human? Did this guy just slowly and painfully go crazy down here and began to imagine things? But they became to much, and he couldn't handle it? I dropped the wine glass on the floor. It smashed, and I walked around it. Who needs counters and intact wine glasses when your inside of a dead dudes hide out?

^Jaha^

This thing- person- robot- what ever it is, is crazy. Oh. My. God. She continues to drone on, about her robtic ability. How did she get bombs?! Who is this girl?! What does she want from me?! My mouth is so dry, I can hardly speak. Hardly. I try to choke out the first syllables of how did you get those things?! But I only end up coughing and my mouth getting even dryer. She stops talking, and looks at me, concerned.
"Are you alright?"
I can't speak, but she leaves the room, so I have no choice but to follow her out and into a hallway. She makes a right then left turn, and a few more, until she opens a large set of doors. I almost died on the spot. There, in front of me, was a full on buffet of food, stretched out on a long table. I say nothing, and advance on the table, eating anything my hands touched that was edible. She seemed tooken aback of my piggishness, but etiquette was the last thing on my mind right now. I finished eating, and she led me back out of the room, into the hallway. She looks at me, scanning my clothing. I look down, realizing I was covered in sand and who else knows what.
"Let me get you some cleaner clothes, Thlonious. This way." I follow reluctantly, not wanting to disobey, I mean, like this thing has nukes in a room down the hall.