The 100 Preferences/Imagines

Safer With You | Bellamy Blake

English isn't my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

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Word Count: 2993 words.

Everything was fine at Mount Weather before. When (Y/N) was a child, she had a certain curiosity about the world outside. And even after years, she couldn't help feeling the same way when some people outside began to live with them. But they were trouble, she knew that. But her people, however, seemed only to realize it too late, and by the time (Y/N) had noticed, everyone -or almost everyone- had been killed by the radiation that the people outside let in the Mountain.

But she wasn't dead. Why? Because her father cared too much about her; because he loved her; because he still saw her as the little girl who had as her biggest dream to see the world out there. So he had done that, used his guard position to steal one of the bone marrow syringes and gave it to her. Just a good father who had had the fate of the rest of their people. Death.

(Y/N) felt angry, but most of all she felt sad. Sad for them and angry at her for not being able to do anything. She had hidden beneath one of the tables near her father's body when she saw that there were people -not her people- coming into the room. She could hear sobs -at least someone seemed to show the decency to look sad about the situation- and a few conversations. She just kept quiet, just wishing they would leave soon.

But where would she go after they left? There should be savages everywhere out there. How could she survive on her own? Tears began to stream down her face as she stared at her father's burned face. (Y/N) had let a loud sob escape through her mouth, which made the voices in the room stop talking.

"What was that?" a female voice asked, which made (Y/N) freeze.

She watched as two feet began to walk toward her, making her heart beat faster. She would be caught. What would happen to her after that? And then a man's head appeared under the table, looking directly at her in surprise and shock.

She looked back at him, seeing that he was in a guard's uniform, just like her father's. The thought made her look at his corpse, which made her cry again. The man looked at what she was looking, looking back at her with a guilty look.

"Stay here." he murmured quickly before stepping out from under the table. "It was nothing." his voice rose again for the others of his group to hear.

(Y/N) stayed quietly in place, letting the tears stream down her face, not having the courage to move to wipe them. And so she stayed like that, as it seemed to her, for an hour. Quiet, afraid they would meet her again. Afraid of what that man disguised as guard would do to her. She had no way of knowing, but only bad things passed through her mind. But what happened, to her future relief, was none of the scenarios she imagined.

(Y/N) hadn't heard anyone come into the room where she had been for a few minutes. She thought maybe they were gone, that maybe that fake guard had forgotten about her. The woman dared to move, putting her head out from under the table and looked at the place. No living person could be seen. Her gaze fell on the door, a feeling that she should run away filled her; but again, where would she go? What would she do?

Quick footsteps sounded through the hallways, which made (Y/N) feel herself freeze once more. She stared at the door for a few more seconds before she forced herself under the table again. The steps were slowing down; the person had entered the room, walking between the bodies on the floor until he reached the front of the place where she was. When the man put his head under the table, (Y/N) recognized the guard, who had a tense look as he looked at her.