BADLANDS [1] bellamy blake

24; let bygones be bygones

After getting back from the search party, the protection from the grounders seemed to be everyone's main priority. Anyone that they could spare was outside the walls making the foxholes that Raven and Shanks have come up with. Brigid walked out through the gates, and wandered over towards where she saw Murphy setting up a land mine. She snuck up behind him and grabbed onto his shoulders, shaking him abruptly. Murphy jumped up and turned around, but once he saw that it was only the redhead behind him, his anger seemed to disappear and his lips pulled into a mere scowl. She gave him a toothy grin, "Careful. Wouldn't wanna blow a hand off."

"Ha ha, very cute." He shook his head, turning back to his work and attending to the foxhole. She took some of the gunpowder, sprinkling it into the hole and glancing up at him. He let out a brief sigh, "What, did Bellamy send you over here to make sure I didn't blow us up?"

Now Brigid was the one who was scowling, unsure of why he was still questioning her motives. She made it obvious that she cared about him. "Am I not allowed to help a friend?"

A gunshot boomed across the camp causing them both to jump, jolting into their defense stances. Murphy had his knife firmly in his hand and Brigid was holding onto her gun. She turned her head towards Murphy with a confused, yet concerned expression. She swallowed hard, "Are we under attack?"

She scanned her eyes around the outside of the camp to find Bellamy stalking over to the gunner, who turned out to be a young kid, his name was Sterling. Brigid rushed away from Murphy and over to where Bellamy was. Raven and Shanks were a few feet away from them. "Hey! What the hell's the matter with you?"

Sterling put his hands up in defense, trying to excuse his actions as a mistake. He let out a breath, "I'm sorry, man. I fell asleep. I've been on watch all day." Bellamy grabbed the front of the kid's shirt, yanking him forward and getting in his face. That made Brigid quicken her step, pushing past where Raven and Shanks were standing on the sidelines. Bellamy strained his voice, "We've all been on watch all day! That bullet was one less dead grounder."

"Bellamy!" Brigid shouted out, gaining his attention. He turned his head to find the redhead by his side, but he didn't let go of Sterling's shirt. Sterling took a large gulp, and he looked petrified. "You're scaring people."

Bellamy's eyebrows raised, "They should be scared!" He finally let go of Sterling's shirt, turning around and raising his voice for everyone to hear. Brigid swallowed hard as he began another one of his speeches. "The bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! The grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do. Clarke, Finn, and Monty are gone, probably dead, and if you want to be next, I can't stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive!"

Silence engulfed the camp in a dark, musky cloud. Everyone swallowing thickly and nausea swirling inside their stomachs. This war... It was inevitable. And they weren't quite sure if they would make it out the other end alive.

"Get back to work!"

Everyone rushed to continue what they were doing, when Bellamy turned back around. His fingers rubbed the bridge of his nose and tightening his eyes shut. Brigid bit her bottom lip, maneuvering around everyone to stand in front of him. When he opened back up his dark eyes, they landed on a very stubborn looking ginger. She had her hands placed firmly on her hips and was wearing her signature glare. "Bellamy, you know I'm not one for your speeches, but even for you, that was harsh."

"What did you expect from me? To allow them to parade around camp like we're not expecting a war? Like we will be okay? Because we are not going to be okay! We could very well die tomorrow, we could die tonight. And we wouldn't even be able to stop it!" Stress was the only visible emotion plastered on his perfectly freckled face. Sweat was sticking to his skin, and his eyes were wide with fear.