"The sky is the source of light in nature and governs everything." -John Constable
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97 years after a nuclear apocalypse killed everything on Earth...
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Bellamy chuckles a bit. He walks over to the spilt oil can and picks up one of the guns. They're large. Not pistols. "This changes everything. No more running from spears. Ready to be a badass, Skye?"
She huffs. "First of all, I'm already a badass."
He examines the weapon in his hand.
She takes a breath. "Look, I won't fight you on bringing guns back to camp. I know we need them."
"We're lucky the rifles were packed in grease. The fact that they survived means we're not sitting ducks anymore. You need to learn how to do this." He hands the gun to her.
She lifts it to her chest. "Like this?"
He moves to stand behind her. "Just a little higher."
He places his hands on her lower back, helping her lift the gun to the right positioning. His warm breath is on the back of her neck.
He freezes, suddenly aware of how close her body is to his. She bites down on her lip slightly.
He clears his throat and steps away. "Yeah. That's good."
He picks up a gun of his own. "Watch and learn." He aims at an orange curtain across the hall they're in and pulls the trigger.
Nothing happens. He tries again. Nothing.
She half smirks. "Still watching."
He huffs at that. "Mine are duds. Try yours."
She picks the gun back up in the position he showed her and aims at the curtain. She pulls the trigger and fires, hitting the side.
She laughs. "Oh my god. That was amazing." She turns to Bellamy. "Am I horrible for feeling that?"
He smiles at her. "Try again."
She shakes her head. "No. We shouldn't waste ammunition."
He steps closer to her. "You need to practice."
"No. We need to talk about how we're gonna keep guns around camp, where are we gonna keep them, and who has access." He moves out of her way and fires with his own gun, finally shooting an actual bullet.
She touches his shoulder, causing him to look at her. "You left Miller in charge of the Grounder. You must trust him."
He nods, turning his head slightly. "You should keep him close. The others listen to him."
