Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Eleven

Aella had to fix herself before she could ever think about saving the delinquents since she had broken her sanity streak. She had taken a couple of days off to sort herself out and somehow came back as a strong leader. Being alone for a while put things in perspective.

After taking off a little bit of time to adjust herself, Aella came back with a stronger will than she had left camp with, spending most of her time taking shifts on guarding the walls and hunting. She couldn't be weak and emotional if she wanted to make sure her people got out of that alive.

"Her people." It was weird for her to even think since it sounded like she owned them all when she was just one of them.

"The first watch is over," Bellamy told the girl. "Want to go relieve Monroe on the south wall? If so, keep your eyes open." He knew she needed the distraction.

"Thanks," she murmured, reloading her gun and cracking her back. "If you're planning on hunting today, I suggest you keep a low profile since we could be attacked any day now."

"Here I was thinking I'd raise some hell with the Grounders," he mused sarcastically. "Maybe bring some of Monty's moonshine and throw a party."

Their interactions seemed more mechanical as the days went by which disappointed them both. Bellamy wanted to mend the relationship he tore by questioning her actions, but where would he even start? It didn't help that she felt bad for yelling at him and that she had come to regret almost everything after thinking back on her decisions.

"Have you heard or seen anything?" he asked.

"No. I'd say the bomb at the bridge scared them off for good, but that would be a bad assumption. Warriors are ruthless."

"You believe that?"

"Who cares what I believe? They're coming."

"Jasper thinks he can cook up some more gunpowder if he gets some sulfur and Raven says she can turn that into landmines. So be careful where you step."

"You're not funny." 

"What I really need is a thousand more of her tin can bombs so I can roll into their village and blow those Grounders to hell. That's what they want to do to us."

"Who would blame them anymore? I just can't believe we survived 100 years just so we could slaughter each other. It seems unavoidable and I wish it wasn't."

"Keep wishing upon some sort of star then for everyone's sake."

"You're still not funny."

"I tried." He chuckled. "Well, have you and Raven heard anything from the Ark?"

"Not a peep."

"Finally ran out of air?"

"If so, I hope it was quick and painless. 2,000 men, women, and children...it's just not fair."

"What is anymore?"

"Don't ask me."

They nodded and went their separate ways, trying to remove any awkwardness from the situation that bubbled.

"Hey, Monroe, it's my turn," Aella greeted the girl with a small smile. "Take a break. Nap or do whatever the hell you want to do. Well, aside from the obvious things that you shouldn't-"

"I've got it, A." She smiled and walked away to her tent to take a nap.

All was peaceful on the south wall until someone shouted, "Whoa! Guys! Fire!"

Throwing her gun to some kid whose name she wouldn't remember, she ran towards the smoke to find the building they made as a meat smokehouse.

"This is all your fault!" Murphy shouted at a kid named Del. "We told you it was too much wood."