Clarke trudged back to the drop ship and contemplated whether or not she should go inside or stay outside in camp. With all the pandemonium around her, the campers shouting and crying and bustling around frantically trying to save themselves for a nightmare they were unwillingly forced to live, Clarke made a split second decision, no more running, no more hiding, the Grounders wanted to take her camp, let them, she'll blow up their whole village before she'd let that happen.
Clarke stood on the ramp, "Campers!", she called, no one heard, "CAMPERS!", silence, everyone froze and Bellamy stared at Clarke mouthing, what are you doing? Clarke shook her head, "I want every girl and boy under the age of fifteen to make their way into the drop ship, give your guns to anyone older. I want every disabled girl or boy to follow the children and anyone who has experience with agriculture and engineering, I want you to lay down your arms and sit tight in the drop ship. Am I clear?"
All heads turned to Bellamy, Bellamy put his hands on his hips, "They'll be here any minute Clarke, we need all the help we can get."
"We are not sending children and disables to their death Bellamy, ok? End of discussion." She turned her attention back to the campers, "Hurry up, and if anyone is lying about their age or condition, I swear to the Chancellor that'll I'll find you myself and kill you." Bellamy furrowed his brows and opened his mouth to respond but thought better of it and just sighed.
People flooded the drop ship, filling all three stories and more, the only people left outside to start were boys above the age of sixteen.
A horn blew, and clarke knew, they're here.
"Conserve your ammo! Shoot only when in close range, and please for god's sake, don't do anything stupid!" Bellamy yelled running to the gate watchtower, "Use the tunnels for Raven's bombs and if they breach our walls, remember, WE. ARE. GROUNDERS." Bellamy yelled, cheers erupted, footsteps pounded.
Any moment now, the breath of the camp was one, one living, breathing machine desperate to hold onto life. Time slowed, sweat dripped, the echoes of footsteps rang among the trees and roots.
Any moment now our camp, our world, everything we stood for on this damned planet would either go to ruin, or make its way to glory.
A battlecry, an arrow- a shriek...it had begun.
"FIRE!"
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Torn
FanfictionCan Bellamy ignore his feelings and do what's best for the camp? Or will he lose his leadership and fall in love with one of the privileged, Clarke Griffin. In a race to save The 100 against Grounder attacks Bellamy must follow his instinct and dism...
