Fly on the Wall: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Chapter 21: Plan A

Chapter 21: Plan A

I feel my father's hand on my shoulder as I cry. "Y/n." Sobs rack through my lungs. "Y/n."

"Y/n!" Octavia's voice pulls me from my own thoughts. "Are you ok? We need to leave."

I take a deep, shaky breath and choke down my sobs. "Yeah, yeah. I just- I just needed a moment." My voice is still hoarse.

She grabs my arms and helps me up. "We don't have a moment; the scouts could be here any second."

I wipe my tears and follow her outside, composing myself. The rest of the 100 are lined up outside, ready to leave.

"Okay here we go!" A gunner shouts. They open the gate doors, and we begin to file out, Octavia leading the way. I stay close to her as she guides us through the woods using Lincoln's map.

"You know the first thing I'm gonna do when we get to the beach?" Miller speaks as we walk through the trees.

"No. What?" Drew answers.

"I want to go surfing." Miller smiles.

Jasper keeps his gun pointed to the trees. "Quiet. Keep your eyes open."

"No more woods. A view of the ocean. No more damn trees, just pale, blue water." Miller says.

Octavia stops abruptly and raises her arm to stop the rest of us. She eyes the trees with intent, waiting and watching.

"What is it? Why are we stopping?" Jasper says with fear in his voice.

A loud whiz flashes by my ear, and I hear a slash behind me. I turn around to see Drew falling to the ground, a sharp metal star embedded in his head, right between the eyes. Eyes filled with horror watch as his body falls to the ground. "Grounders!" Jasper shouts.

The 100 scrambles and fees from the woods, back in the direction of the camp. Shouts of fear escape the crowd as they run for their lives. The teens rush inside the camp, me and Octavia of the last to fall inside. "Shut the gate!" The gunners shout as we rush inside.

Clarke turns to me. "Lincoln said the scouts would be the first to arrive."

"If it's just scouts, we can fight our way out. That's what Lincoln would do." Octavia says.

"We're done doing what that grounder would do." Bellamy jumps down from the wall. "We tried it and now Drew is dead. You want to be next?"

"That grounder saved our lives!" Finn interjects. "I agree with Octavia. For all we know, there's one scout out there."

"One with insanely good aim." Jasper speaks doubtfully.

"Y/n." Octavia turns to me. "We can still do this."

"There could be more than one scout." Clarke looks at me.

I realize now that the rest of the group has turned to me. Clarke looks to me like she did back at the cabin. "Everyone's looking to you Y/n." Bellamy speaks. "What's it gonna be? Run and get picked off out in the open, or stand and fight back?"

"If we're still here when Tristan gets here..." Finn starts.

I clear my sore throat. "Lincoln said 'scouts.' More than one." I rasp. "He said, 'get home before the scouts arrive.' The grounders are already here." I turn to Bellamy, his face still suspicious of me. "It looks like you've got your fight."

"Okay then!" Bellamy shouts to the crowd of scared delinquents. "This is what we've been preparing for. Kill them before they kill us. Gunners, to your posts. Use the tunnels to get in and out. From now on, the gate stays closed."

Bellamy then points to Finn, Clarke, and I. "We'll discuss the plan in the dropship."

We follow him to the dropship and gather around his makeshift planning board, Raven joining us. "We've got 25 rifles with 20 rounds each, give or take. Roughly 500 rounds of ammo. While you two were gone, we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined."

"Partially mined. Thanks to Murphy" Raven chimes in.

"Still, it's the main route in. If the grounders use it, we'll know." Bellamy picks up a small tube of metal. "She also built grenades."

"It's not many." Clarke says.

"Again, thank you, Murphy." Raven says sarcastically

Bellamy puts the grenade back. "We'll make them count. If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back." He pauses.

"And then?" I rasp.

"Then we close the door and pray." Raven answers for him.

Clarke's eyes widen. "And pray what? That the ship keeps them out? Because it won't."

"Then let's not let them get through the gate." Bellamy speaks. He then lifts the walkie talkie and speaks into the device. "All foxholes, listen up. Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties, as many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make them turn back. That's the plan."

"That's always your plan." Finn butts in. "Just like the bomb at the bridge."

"Damn right. You got a better idea?" Bellamy's voice is annoyed and hostile.

I skim my eyes over the plan board, the metal scraps representing the terrain and layout of the camp. The grounders have fought down here far longer than we have, combat must have had to evolve. There is no way that this will be enough to keep them out, let alone defeat them.

"It can't be that simple." Clarke says under her breath, sharing my thought process.

I focus on the dropship in the middle of camp. If they are going to get in, we just need one big attack to kill them all at once.

"You said there's fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build 100 bombs." I ask Raven with my rough voice.

"I also said we've got no gunpowder left." She says.

"I don't want to build a bomb. I want to blast off." I rasp.

Raven's eyes widen as she realizes my plan. "Draw them in close. Fire the rockets. A ring of fire."

Bellamy nods. "Barbecued grounders. I like it."

Finn turns to Raven. "Will it work?"

"The wires are a mess down there but..." Raven looks up with determination. "You give me enough time, I'll cook them real good."