Wanderlust |♤| Bellamy Blake

A Runaway Bellamy

The three walked in silence most of the way. Charlie was on edge, she felt as if there were eyes on her. Excluding Bellamy who has only been taking his eyes off her butt to make sure that he didn't fall. But this feeling made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. She doesn't like it, but every time she scans the woods she sees nothing but trees.

"You know, the first dropship is gonna come down soon. Pretty sure you can't avoid Jaha forever." Clarke spoke up.

Bellamy rolled his eyes at the annoying blonde. "I can try."

Just as he said that, they reached a clearing with a couple destroyed buildings and water surrounding them. "Woah." Charlie whispered.

Clarke spoke. "The depot is supposed to be around here somewhere."

"There's got to be a door."

"Maybe he'll be lenient." Clarke tried again.

Charlie sighed. "I already tried, Clarke. There is no getting through to him."

"Look. I shot the man, Clarke. He's not just gonna forgive and forget. Let's just split up, cover more ground. Stay within shouting distance." Bellamy said, turning around. He didn't say anything about Charlie so she was confused. With a shrug of her shoulders, she began to look around. "With me, Charlie."

Welp, spoke too soon. Charlie thought with a small grin as she jogged up to her boyfriend and shyly intertwined their hands. They stepped into the clearing and searched for anything that might be an entrance, it didn't take long because Bellamy stepped on something that made a weird sound. So he bent over and moved the pine straw and grass. Charlie would've helped, but she got that same feeling again and heard a noise. Her head snapped up in the direction the sound came from, but she saw nothing. She shook off the feeling and crouched down.

"Guys! Over here. I found a door." Clarke announced. Bellamy and Charlie rushed down there. The blonde was trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "Uh. I think it's rusted shut."

"Here. Watch your foot." Bellamy held up his axe and wacked at the door. "Ok, give me a hand."

Bellamy grabbed at one door and Charlie the other, grunting as the opened the heavy doors. There was a staircase leading down. "Bingo." Charlie joked, climbing in and looking around.

"Here." Clarke handed the girl a flashlight. She took it and waved it around.

"Really think this place hasn't been touched since the war?" Bellamy asked.

"A girl can dream."

They walked around the halls, when they saw a dead body. Charlie's nose scrunched up in disgust.

"Hell of a place to die." Bellamy said, grabbing Charlie's hand, discreetly, pulling her closer.

"So much for living down here. This place is disgusting." Clarke stated. It really is though. Cob webs were everywhere and water was leaking all over the place. "Damn it."

"Anything left down here is ruined."

"They must have distributed most of the supplies before the bombs went off."

Charlie sighed, disappointed. There really was nothing here. How were they going to win against the grounder is all they have is seatbelts as weapons? She wandered off to one of the shelves, looking through boxes.

"Hey, I found blankets."

Charlie smiled. "Hell yes! No more freezing my ass off at night."

Bellamy threw down a light he found. "You're excited about a couple of blankets?"