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Chapter Three: The Motorcycle

Chapter Three: The Motorcycle

Once they arrived back at the Blake home, Elyza's shoulder was burning and a light sheen of sweat covered her face and neck. She was ready to take off her jacket because of the overpowering heat her body was creating.

They didn't run into any other problems on their way back, which Elyza was grateful. She wasn't sure she would be able to deal with another infected person, with having to kill someone. Still, she couldn't understand how Bellamy was so nonchalant about the whole convenient store situation.

Maybe he's killed before, she thought, he is a military guy. That assured her a little, he knew how to handle himself. Bellamy seemed capable of surviving. Maybe I should stay with him. She wasn't sure she would be able to survive out there on her own. Bellamy was capable. He can keep me safe.

Taking a deep breath, Elyza tried to shake that thought out of her head. She didn't know him, she didn't know his family or if they could possibly be dangerous. She needed to go find Wells and his dad, she needed to find a way home. The airport was shut down, at least for the day, until the government could start dealing with the threat of the disease.

Bellamy dropped his bags in the bed of the truck with a grunt, "Alright. I say we stay here tonight and head out in the morning."

Finn placed the rest of the bags with Bellamy's, "Are you sure? Maybe we should leave now." He ran a hand through his hair, getting a few tendrils out of his face.

Running a hand through his curls, Bellamy shook his head, "No. We're all tired and driving down is going to be hard. There's going to be traffic everywhere because it's getting late. Even without the threat of getting infected, the traffic would be horrible."

"But people are going to start getting scared, they're going to start leaving. It's only going to get worse from here, Bell."

Sighing, Bellamy leaned against the trucking, putting his head in his hands. It seemed to Elyza that he was in charge, without really wanting to be. He was making decisions, while his mother was staying silent. Elyza didn't know why she wasn't being more vocal and motherly about the situation, but she wasn't. So it was up to Bellamy to protect the women of his family, and Finn.

"People aren't going to be heading for the coast," it was Octavia as she came outside. "They're going to be heading east. Towards other people. Not the ocean."

Elyza nodded, "She's right."

Octavia smirked, "I know I am."

"Don't boost her ego, Lex. She always thinks she's right, she doesn't need anyone telling her that she actually is," Bellamy rolled his eyes, flashing his sister a cocky smirk.

Elyza chuckled and glanced around at the small group, "Sorry, Blake."

Chuckling, Bellamy sent everyone inside. Elyza followed behind Finn and Octavia as they headed indoors as the sun went down. "Hold on a second, Lex." He grabbed her arm.

Elyza turned and frowned, "What is it?"

"Are you still planning on going your own way tomorrow?" His voice was low and deep, it sounded like he didn't want her to leave.

"Yeah, I am. But I need to find some mode of transportation," she pulled her arm lightly out of his grasp and crossed her arms over her chest. He had a weird way of getting too into her personal space.