We're Coming Home (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

XII - We Are Grounders I

Foxhole digging wasn't a bad plan. It was a quick way to travel far and keep hidden, to position shooters all around the camp. I put a shovel down and headed outside the wall to help Raven with the landmines, giving myself a break from the foxholes. We didn't have a lot, but enough to encircle the camp, as a last defense in case our bullets didn't reach the Grounders.

Strange. I never thought I would see a war in my lifetime. It was both horrifying and exhilarating, as I realized everything was down here.

"Hey," I said, when I reached Raven, who was hard at work. "Need some help."

"Yeah, hold this." She handed me a shovel without hardly looking at me. Rolling my eyes, I accepted it, and leaned on it. Perspiration trickled down the side of my face and I wiped it away. For nearing the winter, it was fucking hot. Although maybe it was due to the fact that I'd been working nonstop all day in a heavy jacket.

I watched with bored fascination as Raven carefully placed a landmine in the hole she'd just dug and connected the cords. Dusting her hands on her pants, she stood up and admired her work.

"Come on," Bellamy said, weaving through the workers. "These foxholes aren't gonna build themselves."

I tensed, and my knuckles whitened around the shaft of the shovel. Ever since I had admitted my feelings for Bellamy weren't strictly platonic, I had been avoiding him. It was easier to ignore the situation than talk to him about it. Praying he wouldn't see me, I squared my shoulders and grit my teeth. Raven looked at me, a single eyebrow raised and I glared at her, but it lacked any heat; I was saving that for Bellamy. I just hoped she was the only one who knew about my predicament.

Luck, unsurprisingly, was not on my side. Bellamy headed straight for us, and I made myself as imposing as possible.

"Better hope those landmines work," he told Raven. "With all the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades."

"You wanna come over here and test one?" She shot back without missing a beat.

"Cute," he grunted. "I need this entire section mined by morning. Then, we finish the south field."

Raven and I shared an alarmed look.

"Hey!" She protested, going after him. "I told you, we're going after Finn, Clarke and Monty in the morning."

"And I told you nobody leaves this camp."

"We can't just abandon our people! You wanna lead them? Show them you give a damn."

He opened his mouth to reply, but a deafening gunshot interrupted him. I ran to the source of the noise, followed closely by Bellamy and Raven. It wasn't hard to see who had fired: Sterling's face was filled with guilt and embarrassment.

"Hey!" Bellamy shouted. "What the hell's the matter with you?"

"I'm sorry, man, I fell asleep. I've been on watch all day."

"We've all been on watch all day!" Bellamy yelled back, shoving him against the wall. "That bullet was one less dead Grounder!"

"Bel, you're scaring people," Octavia said softly, trying to placate him.

"They should be scared! The bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up. The Grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do. Clarke, Finn and Monty are gone. Probably dead. And if you wanna be next, I can't stop you. But no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive!"

Bellamy looked at the crowd, at the scared faces staring at him. Only his ragged breathing filled the air.

"Get back to work," he ordered, stalking back to the dropship. The crowd dispersed until only Raven and I were left. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his retreating figure.