Slay⇥Bellamy Blake⇤

White Out ≫Chapter 18≪

White. That's all I saw. All I was greeted with was white. Pure, blinding white, enough to make my blue eyes burn. I rub my eyes and slowly prop myself up, I feel a light prick in my arm causing me to turn my attention toward it. An IV? That's when realization hit me. I was in a hospital room. But where the hell am I? I move the blanket that lies on top of my body and see that my stomach, thigh and arm are completely stitched, I roll my body to see that my side and back are stitched as well. Suddenly all the memories hit me like a bus. I grabbed my head and let out a painful groan. Bellamy. Octavia. And Finn... dead. Octavia may be alive, maybe Lincoln got her out in time.. but there is no way Finn and Bellamy survived. Just like that my emotions were yet again turned off. My mind went blank as I pulled the IV out of my arm. I walk around the room and make my way to the door. I peer through the small circular window. I bring my hand up and rub the metal border of the window taking in every inch of the metal. My eyes slowly wonder to the camera above the window. Watching my every move? Pathetic. I let out a light laugh before peering back out the window. My eyes wondered over to the next room when suddenly something caught my attention. Miller. Miller's eyes widened, a panicked look came across his face as he started pounding on the white door. I watch as someone in a blue, quarantine suit walked along the sterile hallway, a set of keys jingling in their hand as they unlocked Miller's door. Miller moved back into the room, the person took a hold of his wrist and led him down the hallway. I give one last glance toward the camera before bringing my fist up and shattering it. Blood seeped down my arm but I couldn't give a care in the world. I look around the room before grabbing the IV machine and shattering the window. I reach through the window and unlock my door. I start to creep my way down the hallway, bare feet sending chills up my body every time they collide with the freezing metal below them. Suddenly a voice echoed through the hallway causing me to stop in my tracks.

"Clarke, you don't understand!" I peer around the corner to see a bloody Clarke holding a shard of glass up to the neck of a girl in a quarantine suit. Clarke pushes her down the hallway never moving the shard of glass. I follow without making any noise. Finally, they made there way out of the quarantine unit and down a hallway, suddenly coming in sight of an elevator. The girl whom Clarke was threatening reached for her pocket. Clarke quickly slammed her up against the wall.

"We're not doing this." She snapped

"I need my k. Key.. my key card" the girl stammered as she raises a small red card. The brunette stuck her arm out, swiping the card against the elevators key pad. Clarke stares at her for a minute giving me my chance to slip into the elevator. Clarke steps in not taking notice of me but keeping her eyes on the brunette.

"Which floor" Clarke spoke through gritted teeth "Which one?" The girl reached out and pressed the button 5 clearly scared shitless. Clarke starts examining a map as I bring my hands up and bash the girls head into the metal wall of the elevator knocking her out cold. Clarke quickly backs away bringing her arms up in attack position.

"Slaydher?!" She asks in shock.

"You ready?" I reply not showing any emotion as we slowly reached floor 5. Clarke just stared at me.

'Now approaching level 5' suddenly came over an intercom. I slowly step out of the elevator and inch my way down the foreign hallway when suddenly chatter and voices start to flood the area around us. I turn and give Clarke a look, seeing her eyebrows crinkle together in confusion. We turn a corner just to come into view of people of all different ages, sizes, and ethnicity's sitting in a dining hall, peacefully eating away. All of the sudden a girls attention was brought to Clarke and I.

"Containment Breach!" And with that, chaos erupted. I watched as people shot up from their seats, some screaming, others grabbing a napkin and holding it up to their nose, flooding out of the dining hall. Footsteps coming from behind us caught my attention causing me to turn around. Men with guns charging toward us. They approach us when I hear Clarke mutter,

"Where the hell are we?"