~Clarke's POV~
I run my tongue across my bottom lip and compare it to sand paper running across wood. I take a deep breath and keep my feet moving over the sand.
I raise my head and look ahead, my jacket now wrapped around my head, shielding it from the scorching sun. I watch as a hill approaches and I take another breath that sends sand down my throat.
I cough but keep going. I step over a small pile of rocks and dig my heals into the sand as I keep walking up the hill. Soon I'm at the top looking down at the thing I have been searching for, Lincolns Village.
I sigh in relief and race down the hill, my boots filling with more sand. I keep my feet moving until I'm standing in the shadow of the chair the sun hiding behind the man and his gigantic head. I take off my jacket and stuff it in my pack before walking around the ruin.
I walk in front of the man and spot nothing, no door, no nothing.
I keep walking and soon reach the back of the chair, still no sign of rocks falling or and new looking rumble, and no door. I keep walking, just as I'm rounding the next corner I see a piece of metal in the sand.
I stop in my tracks and look to the silver canister in the sand, the sliver gleaming against the sun's rays. I walk over to it cautious and pick it up, running my fingers over the hot metal, it's a sleeping gas, like the type used in Mount Weather.
I place it back down on the ground and walk over to a pile of rocks located near the statue of the man. I trench over, my pack still on my back and my gun by my side. I look up from the ground and are meted by a rusty door standing in front of me.
I run up to it and start pounding my fists into the metal. The rust falling off in grains of sand, some sticking to my hands as I keep pounding. I don't stop until I hear the sound of metal shifting on the other side of the door and I step back.
I watch as the door makes a creaking sound and a gloved red hand pulls out from behind the very thick steal door. I watch as it returns back behind the door before returning again back into the open only this time with a silver canister.
I pull the top of my shirt up and over my noise and mouth and watch as the canister falls to the ground green smoke emerging from the can. I jump at it and pick it up with my free hand before throwing it back inside the bunker and diving to the ground and reaching for a rock.
I pick it up with my worn hands and shove it in the path of the door blocking it from closing. I watch as green gas fills behind the door and I get to my feet and race away from the opening in the door hoping my plan will work.
I remove my shirt form my mouth and noise and start to cough all over again my lungs tight and an itching sensation in the back of my throat. I cough some more and hunch over before looking up again at the bunker entrance.
I watch as more green smoke pours out form the bunker. I hope that they have been gassed and haven't been able to call for help. I watch carefully as the gas slowly starts to drift away and soon the rock keeping the door open is visible again. I cover my face with my shirt once again and take another step towards the bunker door.
I stop in my tracks as I see a gloved hand reach out from behind the door and try to push the rock out of the way.
I fling off my pack, a cloud of dust forming once it hits the ground, and race towards the rock. I dive down against it and hold it in place as the gloved hand claws at it with its rubber fingers. I hold the rock in place and hold it there as the hands movements slowly become weaker, until the hand is completely still and only the slightest bit of green gas litters behind the door.
I stand up and shake off my clothes before reaching to my belt and taking my gun out, holding it with both hands. If any of these so called people try to attack me, or have hurt Bellamy or any of the other Grounders, I won't hesitate to shoot their ringleader.
I take a deep breath and kick away the rock with my boot before opening the door with my left arm, the metal digging into my skin and the coolness sending goose bumps down my body.
I walk into a small and dimly lit metal room, with bodies covering the ground.
Flashbacks occur in my mind, Mount Weather circling over and over inside my head, the massacre of 320 people killed by Bellamy and I.
I cough again but don't cover my face instead I look to the black tinted helmets of the people laying lifeless on the ground. I kick one of the many arms and watch for any movement, none. I look around the room, a switch board located near yet another door but nothing else.
I walk over to the control panel and click the green button in the centre of the panel. I watch as a small screen lights up and words flick onto the screen.
IDENTIFICTAION
Flashes onto the screen and I look around the room, maybe there's a key, a fingerprint I can scan? I sigh and look to the bodies lying on the floor and walk over to the nearest one. I go to take off the large rubber glove when I remember Maya.
I don't know who these people are, they could be just like the ones in Mount Weather, just as cruel, would be willing to use us as test subjects. They could die from radiation exposure or could be perfectly fine and now it but choose not to leave this bunker.
They could be related to the first humans that walked on earth, they could have had family who were killed by the first bombs.
They could have known about all of us before we even knew there was another bunker, if this bunker. It could be a centre run by A.L.I.E robots and these red masked people lying down in front of me could be aliens sent form the stars to study the humans hundreds of years ago.
They could be anyone, or anything.
~Bellamy's POV~
They drag me through the steal door, the red head leading the way and the pain in my back a hard sting digging into my bones, and all I can think about is Clarke.
If she got Nickals message, if she's waiting for orders from Octavia, if she has set out on her own. If Nickal has even made it, or if he is lying face down in the sand miles from anywhere or anything. I feel my knees scrapping against the concreate floor and the guards grip tight on my arms.
Soon we are being led down yet another hall that has small port holes on it looking into different rooms. I look up and spot a elevator at the end of the hall, a small panel on the side and a guard at the entrance.
I watch as red head walks up to the guard and whispers something in his ear. After a few seconds of very quiet conversation the door is open and red head is steeping into the now open elevator doors, the guards pulling me inside.
Now it is just me, red head and the two guards carrying me on either side. We sit in silence for a few seconds before hot head is the first to talk.
"What is your name?" He asks, his eyes locked on the wall in front of him. My brain goes blank, I can't tell them my real name, not yet anyway. Unless I know I can trust these psychopaths I won't tell them a thing, only lies.
"Finn." I say as we continue down the elevator shaft.
Loved writing this chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed and hope you are looking forward to the next chapter coming up tomorrow! As always leave a review and tell me if you want more, thanks.
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