2,199 Days After Praimfaya

Tight spaces

Clarke's POV:

Without a word I look to Bellamy as we hear the car doors slam, right outside of the ruined house.

" How far is the rover?" I whisper, crouching on the floor beside Bellamy.

" Too far- how are we meant to distract them, when are we meant to distract them? If we do it too early." He doesn't need to finish his sentence.

The footsteps draw nearer, we decide to move into another room in the house- we're able to stand out of sight.

Surprisingly, the room is still intact: four walls and a roof. In the far corner, there's also a single bed or what used to be, now it's cracked in two. Also, the wardrobe is tipped on the floor, with the double doors facing towards the ceiling; I have no idea how this room wasn't destroyed. Silently, Bellamy shuts the door connecting us to the main room, hoping the prisoners won't bother to check door to door.

The front door creaks open.

Well shit.

I glance at Bellamy, who shares the same worried expression as I do. We slip into the room to our left, it's a tiny bathroom- barely enough room for the two of us. We stand opposite each other, so close that I can feel his breath on my forehead.

" We need a way out, we can't draw attention." I barely whisper

" Well there's no more rooms here princess." He replies, also whispering; I smirk,
" What?" He whispers.

" If I was having it my way-" I mutter but he smirks even wider

" We aren't killing all these Clarke."

" I know but after what they did to you- they need to be punished."

" Right now we need a way out."

I glance over to a window behind Bellamy, we might get through. It's possible...

" You can't be serious." He turns his head and rolls his eyes; I raise an eyebrow

" Do you see any other way-" He stops me mid sentence when his hand falls to my mouse, hushing me; I nod in agreement, he removes his hand as we listen to the footsteps in the bedroom.

Silently he turns around and places his hands on the window, sliding his fingers under the ledge. Slowly, he lifts up the window and pushes it upwards- it creaks slightly and we freeze, begging to whoever is listening that they didn't hear it. With the window half open, he gestures me to come across; I do.

We stop moving, like we can feel the sense of the people outside the door- next thing I know is that Bellamy is pushing me out the window, to get me out. I roll out the window and on the dirt road outside- that's when the window shuts.

Immediately, I pull my head up and look at his face through the dirty window as it lays locked on the windowsill I look up at him with a horrified look; knowing that he was planning to get me out all along.

" What are you doing?" I ask him through the glass, unsure of whether he can hear me.

" Run." Bellamy says," I've got this." I'm able to read his lips through the glass.