The Instabilities of our Feelings (The 100)

Chapter 9: The Depot

Ethan's POV:

After the storm incident and everything else that occurred, we decided we needed to resupply the camp.

Clarke and Bellamy devised a plan to go to an outpost that held Blankets and necessities that could help us survive through the winter.

As I helped Clarke pack I heard someone walk up to us.

"Ethan can I talk to you?" Bellamy asked me from behind me.

I looked back at him and nodded my head in confusion and followed him outside the tent.

"Bellamy I was serious when I said that I wouldn't bother you anymore—"

"Ethan I wanted to ask you to come with us?" He asks me.

"Umm why? Are you not capable of going alone with Clarke?" I asked him.

"No! Yes!I mean no! I'm tryna say that if we find everything we need, we'll need help taking it all back.

"So I'm the help now?"

"Look if your gonna play fucking 21 questions with me then you can sit your ass here and pick leaves out of the ground or something." He mumbles angrily.

"Calm down drama queen I'll go okay? Is it that time of the month for you?"

"Don't get cute with me Ethan. Just grab your things and let's go."

I nod my head and grab my bag and some rations and follow Bellamy and Clarke out of the camp.

We start our walk through the forest to the location the ark gave us coordinates to.

"You know the first drop ship is gonna come down soon. Pretty sure you can't avoid Jaha forever." Clarke says to Bellamy, breaking the awkward silence between us.

"I can try." He says with a smug look.

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After much walking and climbing. We reach the area where the place is located. All that can be seen is wrecked buildings and signs that point to life that has been long forgotten.

"The depot is supposed be around here somewhere." Clarke says looking around.

"There's got to be a door." Bellamy says to us.

"Let's split up and cover more ground. Be within shouting distance." He continues to us before we all went in different directions.

After a while of searching Clarke finally found a door. We met up with her and Bellamy busted through it like it was nothing. Then again it had been rusted down by weather and the environment for almost 100 years but we won't get into that. We walk down the steps into a dark concrete bunker that hadn't seen the light of day since the day before the bombs dropped.

"This Place is disgusting." Clarke scrunches her nose as we continue looking around.

"It's not that bad. Just needs a fresh paint of coat and new furniture, no biggie." I joke around.

"We're not moving in genius." Bellamy said to me.

"It was a joke, 'genius'. Besides, I don't think this place is even up to code." I roll my eyes as we walk up to some crates and open them.

"Hey Bellamy we found some blankets." I say sifting through the crate.

"Your excited about a few blankets? How about a Med-kit or a canteen or a decent fricking tent?!" He raises his voice at us.

"I'm sorry." I say quietly.

"I'm sorry Ethan I don't mean to yell." He says checking a nearby barrel. He frustratingly kicks the barrel causing all of its contents to spill out. We also hear clanking sounds come out of the barrel as well. Bellamy curiously picks it up and we all realize their guns.