BADLANDS [1] bellamy blake

05; like what you see

"Wells-" Clarke ran out of the bushes and into the middle of the crowd, which gained everyone's attention. Murphy was stalking behind the darker skinned boy, a knife held perfectly in his hand and his face was bloodied. Clarke walked closer to the group as Finn and Brigid were carrying a wounded Octavia, with Monty following behind. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked her formed best friend, eyeing the knife in his hand suspiciously.

Murphy lunged forward, but Bellamy pushed his chest back, "Murphy. Murphy, enough!" His eyes drifted over towards the redhead, helping his sister stand up straight. He broke out into a jog towards them, "Octavia!"

He made his way over to them in record time and helped lift Octavia over a log. He looked down at her inspectively, "Are you alright?" Octavia nodded her head, trying to brush him off. But his eyes found the redhead, "What the hell happened out there?"

Finn sat down on a log, trying to piece all the occurrences together. Everyone was gathering around the camp, "We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

"-We were attacked," Clarke blurted out loudly, making everyone's eyes snap in her direction. Wells gave her a confused look, moving closer to her, "Attacked? By what?"

Finn joined back in, "Not what. Who." Everyone swallowed hard and Bellamy's dark eyes found Brigid's blue and she turned away quickly. They were wasting time when they should be out there finding Jasper. She takes her fingers through her hair. "Turns out when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last grounder."

Clarke nodded her head, walking closer to Finn, "It's true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here. Survivors. Good news means that we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

Brigid shook her head, folding her arms across her chest. She turned back around and chimed in, "Bad news is that the grounders will."

"Where's the kid with the goggles?"

"Jasper," Brigid corrected as she swallowed hard, stepping away from the group and heading towards the Dropship. She needed to pack a bag and get ready to leave to save Jasper. But before she could get anywhere, Bellamy grabbed her arm, "Where do you think you're going?"

Brigid ripped her arm out of his grasp and sent him a hard glare, "The grounders took Jasper. And we've already wasted too much time coming back here. We should be out there looking for him." She turned around to get Clarke's attention, but the blonde was staring down at Wells' bare wrist. She grabbed his hand quickly, "Where's your wristband?"

Wells motioned his head towards Bellamy, who shifted uncomfortably, "Ask him."

Clarke whipped her body around and snapped at the older man, "How many?"

"Twenty four and counting," Murphy drawled. Stepping around someone to come into view, all dramatically. Brigid couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. He was such a dick. The redhead couldn't help herself anymore, "You idiots. Life support on the Ark is dying."

Clarke and Brigid gave each other a look, as though they were speaking to each other through their minds. It was time for the truth to come out. So Clarke continued, "That's the reason the brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us."