Ghost - Bellamy Blake [1]

Chapter 12 - We Are Grounders (Part One)

They'd barely had any sleep that night when Jasper came barreling into their tent in the pitch black early morning. Myles' best friend had finished making as much gunpowder as he could and was eager to sleep. The redhead pulled the teen aside as Bellamy left to rouse Raven to start making landmines and had told him Monty was now missing as well. Both teens were in tears in seconds.

"And we're not out looking for them," Jasper pleads, "why?"

Myles tilts her head sadly, "whatever jammed the Exodus ship, whatever crashed it, came from down here." Jasper pales slightly at the information, "that signal was heard over the walkies before Monty vanished."

"So, what," the brown haired teen counters, "we're abandoning them? Leaving them for dead?"

"No, of course not," Myles refutes, "but we can't find them if we're dead, or taken by grounders, or starving, or sleep deprived. Myles was shot by grounders and he said Clarke and Finn were taken hostage. They grabbed them when they were out on a hunt, which means they're very close to camp. We need to make sure they have somewhere to go home to when we find them."

Jasper is still upset, looking as devastated as the red haired teen feels, "okay."

"Go get some sleep," Myles reaches forward and rubs her best friends arms in comfort. "I'll wake people up and help Bellamy get them working. Try and speed things up as much as we can."

"Okay," Jasper mumbles again, turning around as if in a daze and stumbling towards the tent he shares with Monty.

Turning her hazel eyes up to the dark night sky and heaving a heavy sigh, Myles allows herself only a moment before she sets about waking some of the delinquents. Quickly getting them started building foxholes and holes for the landmines outside of the wall, the teens set about working with little to no push back. Bellamy comes and finds her as she's giving the teens their tasks, before abruptly turning on his heels to rouse even more teens. Quiet chatter now fills the cold early morning air as the delinquents are up in the dark preparing the camp for an attack.

"Come on," the Blake brother hassles the teens, "these foxholes aren't gonna build themselves."

Myles helps Raven carefully set landmines up in shallow holes, desperately trying not to blow herself or the brunette sky high. The mans heavy footsteps crunch up behind the two girls as he approaches them.

"Better hope those landmines work," Bellamy mutters, on edge, "all the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades."

Raven raises her head in frustration, "You wanna come over here and test one?"

"Cute," Myles grunts out sarcastically, "we're all exhausted. The faster we work, the sooner it'll be done."

"Exactly," the Blake brother concedes, "I need this entire section mined by morning, then you finish the south field."

The brunette bristles, jumping up to her feet and spinning around to the man, "Hey..." striding up to stand in front of the Blake brother. "I told you, we're going after Finn, Clarke and Monty in the morning."

"And I told you," Bellamy counters firmly, turning away, "nobody leaves this camp."

"I'm talking to you," Raven declares, chasing after the man, "we can't just abandon our people."

"We're not," Myles calls out gruffly, "you want to be out by morning? Hurry up and finish."

Raven scoffs bitterly as she turns her brown eyes back to the man, "you want to lead them, show them you give a damn."

Suddenly, a loud gunshot rings out, echoing in the dark early morning forest. Delinquents jerk around, shouting in distress and shock at the noise. Bellamy marches off, wild eyes locked on Sterling, the fumbling teen who accidentally fired the shot.