2199 Day's - Bellarke Fanfic | ✔️

Chapter 29 - The Outside

~Bellamy"s POV~

Clarke's face is plastered with fear as I land on top of her, her eyes red and her cheeks puffy where tears have left trails along her soft skin.

"We gotta get out of here." I say trying to catch my breath, Clarke's gun and her pack a mess on the ground. I watch her nod up at me, a small nod the only thing making her head move.

I get off her and help her to her feet, I grab her hand at her wrist and lift her into my chest before she breaks away after a quick glance to grab her things, knowing if she didn't break it, we would stare forever.

"Where now?" Asks Nick slightly ahead of us, waiting for the Grounders to lead the way. I look to Clarke and I watch her point down a dark coloured hall.

"This way, theres a few twists and turns but we will make it." She says slinging her pack over her shoulder and her sniper next to it, soon were all taking off down the hall, our footsteps clucking on the concreate walls and echoing down the halls.

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I look up ahead and see Clarke stop suddenly, looking back at the rest of us. I watch her eyes glow slightly darker and her face straighten as if shes trying to hide her facial expression. After about an hour and a half of what seems like endless running, I'm almost expecting a smile.

"The doors just here." She says pointing around the corner to where I can't see. I can tell it's either impressing or bad when I see Nickal's reaction when he rounds the corner. Then followed by the rest of the Grounder's, one by one. I watch Nick go next and see his face drop, his mouth going to cover his mouth.

I see the sympathy in Clarke's eyes and almost don't want to see what is around the corner, with behind me clear and the other end ahead of us clear to an extent accept the never-ending amount of corners ahead of it, I round the corner.

I'm met with what looks like red body suits lining the floor, blood and the colour of the suits unrecognisable, all of it spilling out onto the concreate in large pools. Wat looks like pieces of the persons face stuck to the window of the masks, the black of the screen on their helmets no longer black.

I look to their hands, nothing, a single clip board lying under one of the bodies and what looks like an empty smoke grenade laying in the back of the small room in the corner, like it has recently been used.

No one is moving, all just looking at the mess in front us, the people who used to live here, in peace, un aware of us even being alive, moving around above them, breathing and living without notice. They were safe.

But once again they are dead, because of us, another community of people, peaceful people. People who have turned evil by want. The want to see the sky and smell real air. Air that doesnt have to be filtered daily, grass that isn't grown under artificial light. A sky that isnt painted on a piece of canvas.

A life that is not lived in a bunker, underground, away from everything. Everything that we now all know so well. A world that I myself have started to take for granted, one that I should have never taken for granted.

I look over at the Grounders who have now pushed open what looks like a steal door, then I see the thing I have been almost painfully deprived of, sunlight, fresh air, life.

I watch the door widen and the sunlight grow, I look out to see the sand, the small, crisp pieces of rock that seem to get everywhere and fill every gap, but something you soon forget when you feel it run through your fingers. The feeling of something so small running over hardened skin.