BTWTM || bellamy blake

Earth Skills Pt 1

I woke up, sun hitting my face. After confronting pretty much everyone in camp and basically being told to go fuck ourselves, Wells and I gathered as much water as we could. Luckily, there were some people who didn't want to take off their wristbands and offered to help. There was some hope that sparked within me. If we had more willing to do the work, we'd actually survive.

When the rain stopped, we placed whatever we could use to catch the rain at the center of camp. People were quick to take some water and go about their merry ways. No 'thank you' or anything to us. Dickheads.

The nap I took earlier that day didn't do much, so Wells and I found a spot to sleep right after.

It was finally morning, and I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Turning to wake Wells up, I found his spot empty. I didn't even hear him leave. I rose to my feet, brushing off dirt, and I began to trek around camp to look for the guy. Eventually, I found him in a sweaty mess a bit outside of the camp boundaries.

"Morning," I greeted as he shoveled dirt into two long rectangles. "What are you doing?" There was a pile of clothes and shoes off the side.

"I'm burying the two that died when we landed," he said, sticking the shovel on the ground. "Figured they should get a proper burial."

"Oh," I responded. "That's nice of yo- wait. Where's your wristband?"

I pointed to his bare right wrist. I would've noticed if he decided to get it taken off last night with everyone else.

He tug on his jacket with a scowl on his face and went over to the pile of clothes and shoes. "Ask Bellamy and his minions."

My eyes widened. "They jumped you last night? When? While we were sleeping?" His silence said enough. "God! I'm going to-"

"What, Athena? What's done is done. Anything you do now won't change the fact it's off," he said, picking up the stuff.

I let out a huff. Unfortunately, he was right. It was too late to do anything. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry."

He nodded, and we started to head back to the main area.

"Listen, you've been working for a while. Let me get you some water," I said, breaking away before he could protest.

I turned right and walked towards the center of camp. People were still running around like crazy rabid animals. Ironically, they weren't as bad as they were last night but still pretty bad. I passed two people practically having sex out in the open. Gross.

I made it to the bin and grabbed two metal cups that were stored in the drop ship, scooping water inside them. Maybe if I had been faster, I would've avoided running into Murphy and his little posse.

"Good morning, hot stuff," he said, standing with his arms crossed and legs wide.

"Don't call me that," I barked, squeezing the cups tightly. It took everything in me not to vomit in front of everyone.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Figured since you were so keen on giving me nicknames, might as well give you one of my own. I can't deny that you're smoking so it's fitting."

"Get out of my way," I said, moving to walk past him, but he and his friends blocked my path.

"You know, I was thinking."

"With that peanut sized brain?"

His friends laughed but stopped when Murphy gave them a death stare. He dropped the expression and put on a fake smile that made the hair on the back of my neck to stand.

"I was thinking that since you are determined to keep that wristband on, we could use your help sending a message back to the Ark," he said.

Whatever he meant by that was nothing good. "I'll pass." I turned around to leave again but found two more of his goons waiting for me.