'𝐨𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚' | Bellamy B.

𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

𝟕: 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

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Within a hour, the storm hit. The rain was so harsh it was painful as it hit Stella's skin. The wind blew over tents and parts of the wall.

Delinquents had to hold down the tarp that was used as a door. Rain soaked the dropship floor everywhere. 

"This is Raven Reyes. Calling Ark Station." 

Stella walked up to Clarke. "He's not back?" She asked. 

"This is Raven Reyes. Calling Ark Station." 

"Not yet." Clarke replied.

"Come in Ark Station. This is Raven Reyes. Calling Ark Station. Please come in." 

Clarke walked over to Raven, followed by Stella.

"Can anybody hear me?" Raven spoke into the radio. 

A girl stood hovering over Raven, which looked as if it was only pissing Raven off. "Are you sure you have the right frequency?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Raven shouted.

"Raven? You can do this. Okay?" Clarke told the girl. Raven took a deep breath and nodded.

"Calling Ark Station. Ark station. Please come in. I'm on the ground with the hundred." 

"This is a restricted station. Who is this? Please identify yourself."

Stella jumped at the voice. She straightened her posture and began paying attention. 

"This is Raven Reyes. I- I'm from Mecha Station. I'm transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive. Please, you need to get Doctor Abby Griffin. Doctor Abby Griffin. Now." 

"Hang on Raven, we're trying to boost your signal." 

"Raven? Are you there?" Abby's voice could be heard.

"Oh thank god." Stella grabbed onto Clarke's arm in relief. 

Clarke stepped forward. "Mom? Mom, it's me." 

"Clarke?" 

"Mom, I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a Grounder." 

"Clarke. This is the Chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?" The chancellor asked.

"Yes, the Earth is survivable. We're not alone." Clarke replied.

There was a few moments of silence from the other side.

"Mom, he's dying. The knife is still in his chest." 

"Clarke. Is my son with you?" Jaha questions.

Clarke took a moment to force the words out. "I'm so sorry. is- Wells is dead." 

"I'm going to talk you through it, step by step." Abby's voice returns.

"Clarke... just... find--"

The three couldn't decipher what Abby was saying. "What's wrong?" Stella questions.

"It's not the radio, it's the storm." Raven sighs.

"Clarke, we need to hurry." Abby spoke in a rush.

Clarke rushed over to Finn's side. Octavia entered the dropship holding two cantines. Clarke opened one and smelt it. "Monty's moonshine?" She questioned.

"Pretty sure no germ could survive it." Octavia nods. A creek came from the dropship. "Storm is getting worse. Monroe, close the doors." 

"But we still have people out there." Monroe protests.