Clarke, Bellamy, and Charlotte walked along through the forest in silence. They had slowly been losing hope to ever finding Octavia and the others. The hope decreased with every second, and the sadness was getting harder and harder to cope with.
It hurt Bellamy to think about Octavia not making it. She had always been his responsibility, and now he couldn't help but stop the idea that he was the one that got her killed. It was his fault that they were in the games, he thought it was in her best interest, but now he wasn't as sure. (A/N just in case you guys don't remember Bellamy got his birth certificate changed so he was able to be thrown in jail. The games are pre-picked, so he knew that him and Octavia would get in.) The idea also hurt Clarke to think about her best friend being dead, but it also made that pain worse to see the sadness that was in Bellamy.
The three continued to walk in silence, when Clarke jolted to a sudden stop. She was terrified by the saddening sight that she saw.
"Clarke, what's wrong?" Bellamy burst out, slightly afraid for her.
Clarke brought on hand to her mouth, and extended the other, pointing it directly in front of her.
Bellamy's eyes followed Clarke's hand and his eyes feel directly onto a dead body...Lincoln's body.
Author's Note: oh snap! What do you all think is gonna happen next?
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