1.11. | PLAGUE DOCTOR
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TONS OF SKELETONS. Tons of charred, blackened skeletons litter the ground all around me, trapping me inside some morbid circle of death and misery. There are tears constantly brimming my eyes, irritating them with their salty perseverance, but I am too stubborn to release them, even though they keep coming back in waves as I fight to blink them away. It leaves me wondering, how does Clarke manage to not break down? How is she holding on, how is she concealing the emotions that surely have to be storming within her?
The scenery around me blurs, becoming a dizzying mess of dull blue and black lines as I mindlessly stumble around the crash site, unable to peel my eyes off of the burnt, still steaming bodies that fill the air with a putrid stench.
The smell forces me to hide my nose in the crook of my elbow, and the sting of chemicals and smoke burn my eyes. Then, a small hand caresses my own, prompting me to look up. Clarke takes my hand silently, squeezes it once and just drags me forward gently. Every few seconds, when she almost steps on someone's unrecognizable remains, I feel her grip my knuckles tightly, so I place my other hand on her arm in a weak effort to provide at least a sliver of comfort and stability. I lean my head against her shoulder, clenching my eyes shut, and a small part of me wishes someone would hold me close, too.
Clarke slowly peels away from me, tracing a light hand down my shoulder as she bends down, examining something on a scrap piece of metal. I wander off once again, absentmindedly approaching another group of my friends.
"Stay sharp! Grounder retaliation for what happened on the bridge is coming, it's just a matter of when," I hear the distinct sound of Bellamy's voice not too far away from me, but I can't see him through the blur of my vision.
"Can you blame them?" Finn then asks, my levels of anger immediately rising. He is close, so I have to hold myself back from saying something I would regret. Or not.
Bellamy retorts, "No. I blame you."
"Maybe if you didn't bring guns—"
Finn doesn't get to actually finish his next response, because both Raven and I interject simultaneously.
"Maybe if you could shut the fuck up for one second..."
"If we didn't bring guns, we all would've been killed."
I watch as Finn looks to Raven, purposefully escaping my watchful eye, only glancing in my direction when I have looked away, side-eyeing him.
"Why they're coming doesn't matter anymore. It's our job to be ready when they do. We're on our own now," Bellamy states, everyone going silent as they continue looking around.
Suddenly, Raven yells out, making me jump and turn around to see what has gone wrong again, "Clarke, stop!"
I watch her run up to the blonde, kneeling next to her as they examine something on a scrap piece of metal. I can't make out what she is saying, but I still keep my eyes on her as she dips a small rock into some kind of substance. Then, she is straightening up and shouting. "Fire in the hole!"
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𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 ── bellamy blake ¹ ✓
Fanfiction𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘. /djuːˈbʌɪɪti/ noun. 1. the state or quality of being doubtful; uncertainty. 2. god, emily's just so freakin' confused all the time! ❝barnaby, i will skin you alive.❞ [ the 100, seasons 1 - 2 ] [ bellamy blake x oc ] FIRST INSTALLMENT...