Rebuilt ➳ Bellamy Blake [2] ON HOLD

nine

I groan and try to catch the breathe that was knocked out of me by the fall. I hear Clarke gasp next to me and i turn to look at her, but instead my eyes meet the face of a boy. A dead face. I sit up quickly as I notice all around and under me are bloody bodies.

"Anya grab my hand!" Clarke yells as she tries to pull Anya away from one of the bodies. I reach over and haul my body out of the metal tub and onto the hard ground. I grunt after landing, but anything is better than were I landed the first time.

Clarke grabs my arm and helps me stand on my feet. The pain in my knee grows from a small twinge into a dull throb. I feel the pocket of my pants and sigh in relief when the other 2 needles are there. I quickly look around and notice we've landed in a dark cave.

"We're out," Clarke gaps slightly trying to catch her breathe. "Hey, come one get dressed. We can't cover any ground like this." She walks over to a pile of clothes and quickly starts looking for something to wear.

I walk over and find two matching boots before slipping them onto my bare feet.

"I won't leave my people behind," Anya mutters still leaning against the metal container we landed in previously.

Clarke marches back over to her, "Anya listen to me, my people are still inside that place too. But they have guards. They have weapons. Once we get out of here, we can find help. We can come back-"

I stand abruptly, "Find help from who Clarke? There's no one to help us. You think they're going to help us?!" I ask pointing Anya as she glares at me. "Sorry to break it to you, but everyone is either dead or in that mountain."

Clarke shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak, but Anya cuts her off, "There is no 'we'."

I look back quickly when I hear gruff voices speaking a language I can't decipher. "Someone's coming.." Anya whispers and we watch as torches start to light the cave slowly.

"Not just someone...Reapers."

"Anya stop," I watch as she bends over and tried her hardest to pick up a rock. "You can't fight. You can hardly stand."

I grab both of their arms and pull them to one of the empty carts, "Get in, we need to hide." I scatter in and help Anya and Clarke as well.

I throw myself down just as one of the burly men walk by and many follow. After a few seconds of silence, Clarke begins to stand. I yank her down when a body comes flying over the side. I try my best not to grunt or make any noise as bodies continue to land on top of us.

My eyes widen when the metal cart we are lying in starts to move. I look up to see a dirty Reaper pushing us to our untimely deaths.