𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, bellamy blake ¹

05; 24 and counting

"The world is quiet here."

― Lemony Snicket

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"BELLAMY!" NAOMI EXCLAIMED, GRIPPING ONTO FINN'S ARM AS SHE WAS PULLED BACK INTO CAMP.

Her mouth promptly dropped.

Wells had a knife pressed to John Murphy's throat, both of them bruised and bloodied. Murphy was struggling in the dirt.

"Wells!" Clarke yelled. "Let him go!"

Finn's arm tightened around Naomi's shoulder as he held her body up, left leg buckling under the pain of her hip. The wound had reopened, making it practically impossible to walk.

Wells growled and shoved Murphy away, dropping his knife. Murphy backed away to his gang. Bellamy shot his gaze to Naomi, the girl practically falling into Finn.

"Naomi! What happened?" He grabbed onto her shoulders and she transferred her weight over to him.

"Not fun," she replied, gripping at her bloody wound. She moved to sit on a log as Bellamy ran to grab his sister.

Charlotte approached. "Noe," she said, sitting beside her sister. "What happened to you?" Naomi drew her arms around the smaller figure.

Bellamy's eyes grazed over the group. "Where's the food?" he asked, placing a hand on Naomi's shoulder.

Finn sat beside Naomi. "We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

Bellamy raised his hand. "What the hell happened out there?"

"We were attacked," Clarke said.

"Attacked?" Wells asked. "By what?"

Naomi raised her head from where she was sitting. "We're not alone," she said. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. "There are other people on the ground."

"It's true," Clarke said. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here. Survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us. The bad news is—"

"The grounders will," groaned Naomi.

"Where's the kid with the goggles?" Wells asked.

Naomi turned her head towards the ground. Clarke turned towards Wells. "Jasper was hit. They took him."

The noise of the crowd increased.

"Where is your wristband?" Clarke asked, grabbing at Wells' arm.

Wells shook her off. "Ask him," he said, directed at Bellamy. Naomi narrowed her eyes towards her friend. You stupid...

"How many?" Clarke asked.

Murphy strolled towards her. "24 and counting," he smirked. Naomi mocked his expression and he grinned at her.

"If you do that, they'll think we're dying," Naomi said.

"That's the point," said Bellamy from beside her. Naomi turned her head towards him, slowly nodding her head in realisation. Idiotic mother—

"You idiots," Clarke hissed, "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they sent us down here! They need to know the ground is survivable again and we need their help with whoever it is that's out there. If you take off your wristbands you're not just killing them—you're killing us!"