Less than an hour later, the group was roaring down the abandoned highway towards the mountains in an old car. Bellamy was rather excited to see an actual car again—considering that the last one she drove was technically a tank and technically for a lie.
"I don't suppose you kids know how to drive," Jorge said, foot remaining on the gas. They were making good time—at this point, they might even get to the Right Arm before night fell.
"Not really, no." Newt answered with a shrug.
"I do!" Bellamy said with a grin, causing all eyes to glance in her direction. She gave a shrug, a slight smile on her face. "My brother taught me how to drive an armored truck."
"Everytime you tell us something about your past, I have more questions." Leo deadpanned.
"And don't you forget it. No straight answers from me." Bellamy retorted smugly.
It took a few more hours of traveling to reach what Bellamy thought was a canyon. She hadn't really ever seen mountains before, but it certainly narrowed down where they could possibly be—that left Northeast of Chicago, but this was desert. Or the far more likely option—west of Chicago.
Her gaze remained on the guardrails as Jorge came to a steady stop—just ahead, the road had been blocked by rocks and other old cars. It would take time to walk and go through the canyon on foot, but they had no other choice.
As they exited the car, Bellamy's gaze trained on the sheer rock face beside her. It was all too reminiscent of the Sheer and she felt a small pang in her chest. A longing for a home that she no longer knew. That she no longer knew if she even belonged in.
It was altogether possible that she had outgrown it all—seen too much and done too many things to be accepted back by her people.
"I guess we're on foot, then." Jorge said, frown appearing as he surveyed the wreck of cars heading into the tunnel ahead of him.
The sound of crows made it seem all the more ominous as they started forward. Bellamy was just grateful she still had the gun—even if there was just one bullet left. One gun wouldn't do much, but it was better than nothing.
"Hey, Bell—" Thomas started.
Bellamy was quick to turn to him. "What is it?"
He pointed at the hole in the windshield of a car, a frown on his face. "Isn't that—"
"Bullet holes—" Before anything else could even happen, the sound of a bullet flooded Bellamy's ears. She tackled Thomas to the ground, yelling at the group to duck for cover.
They landed harshly on the ground, ducking behind a car. Everyone else did the same, diving and crawling into whatever hiding space they could find or muster. "Is everyone okay?" Thomas called.
"We're fine!" Teresa yelled back.
"Where did those bloody shots come from?" Newt called.
"Judging from the angle—they've got us surrounded and they have the higher ground!" Bellamy called. She turned to Thomas, a frown on her face. "I can't get a good vantage point to see where exactly they're at. We need a distraction."
Jorge grinned from across from them, shoving something into Thomas's hands. "Diversion? Get ready to chuck it and hold your ears!"
Before that could even happen—Bellamy's gaze had landed on a blonde girl approaching them, gun in hand. "Yeah, how about we don't do that while she's got a gun held to our heads?" Bellamy grit out in annoyance.
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Inferno
Fanfiction"Once you know the truth, there's no going back." Bellamy is just another orphan living in the Dauntless Faction. She's just trying to survive, she doesn't care about the government of her world. When faced with treachery, rebellion, and the know...
