FALLEN ANGELS | b. blake

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

The day started early for most of the delinquents and unintentionally they had split into two groups: the ones that care about surviving and the ones that don't. The first group had been building tents all morning to serve as shelter while the other was asleep or sleeping with each other.

Before helping with the tents, Nix decided to comply with Bellamy's request and made new knifes that she left at the dropship for whoever needed. She now waited for Miller's instructions.

"Can you grab some more sticks in the woods? Long and thin, to make the structure of the tents." Miller asks pointing to a few examples laying close to them.

"Sure." She nods.

Nix makes her way into the woods but still around the premisses of their camp and manages to gather a big pile of sticks before spotting Wells with a shovel at the farthest area. She approaches cautiously and frowns with the sight of two freshly covered graves.

"Who..." She trails off and makes the boy aware of her presence.

"Two boys that died during the lading, they got out of their seats to float around." Wells explains and her mouth falls slightly open, unaware that any of them had died and feeling sorry that those two never got to see the beautiful planet they could now call home.

Nix and Wells fall into a mournful silence, looking down and that's when her eyes spot his wristband-less wrist. "You took it off?" She asks surprised, because she knows how much the Ark matters to him, and Wells is confused for a second before realizing what she's looking at.

He covers his wrist uncomfortably and shifts in his spot. "Why do you care? You didn't seem to have a problem removing yours."

"Yeah, because it was my decision. You don't see me going around forcing people to remove bracelets, do you?" She asks challengingly, annoyed at the way he talked, practically comparing her to Bellamy and the others. Wells shakes his head at her question. "When did it happen?"

"Bellamy came at me in the middle of the night while I slept. He had a gun." Nix's eyes shot up at the new information. "The other assholes appeared and they snapped it open."

"I'm so sorry, Wells." She comforts genuinely.

"Thanks." He offers her a tiny smile and step by step the two grow a bit closer.

Wells puts the shovel down and throws his jacket back on to then pick up the pile of clothes and the boots that were on the ground. He accompanies Nix as she takes the sticks and the two make their way back inside rumbling about random matters, they first stop by the tents and the girl puts down the new gathered material but continues walking with Wells as he carries the clothes from the deceased boys.

They were about to walk past the dropship when a voice suddenly stops them. "Hey, where'd you get the clothes?" The pair sees Atom coming down the ramp.

"Buried the two kids who died during the landing." Wells explains and Atom looks impressed.

"Smart. You know, I'll take it from here. There's always a market for..." He tries to take clothes but Wells takes a step back while Nix puts herself between the boys.

"Back off, Atom." She warns.

"We share based on need, just like back home." Wells states.

Deciding to join the conversation, a very shirtless Bellamy steps out of the dropship catching their eyes. Nix can't help but notice how different he looks compared to yesterday, besides the lack of clothes. How much more attractive he is. All the gel has been washed out of his hair and curls are scattered all over his head, her eyes drop to his tanned chest and abs that gleam in the sunlight, the sigh almost holy to her. And to top it off, the gun Wells had just mentioned is tucked into the waistband of his pants.