Survivor • Bellamy Blake [2]

Reapercussions

2,484 words

"This is insane." Clarke mumbled from behind me as the two of us walked down the row of cages. I dodged any attempts the grounders made to grab me, their pale arms reaching out lazily.

"Still think Jasper had a point?" I muttered, feeling my heart ache at the sight. Even though our conflict with the Grounders had lasted months, I always believed there was a way for us to live in peace. And seeing them here in these cages made me feel for them.

"Oh my god." Clarke ignored my statement. I heard her movement come to a stop, turning around and seeing her crouched down to one of the lower cages.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"It's Anya." She answered back. Although I had never actually met Anya, I knew exactly who she was. "I'm gonna get you out of here." Clarke whispered to the girl who was more than out of it, her eyelids half closed as she nodded lazily.

I glanced around at my surroundings for anything that could pry open the lock on her cage. My eyes set on an electrical box attached to the stone wall, propped by a long metal bar. I limped over to the wall in agony, taking a deep breath before wrapping my fingers around the metal, pulling it towards me with a groan before it broke off, sending sparks flying as I covered my face.

I turned, tossing the bar to Clarke, which she caught with ease as she began to pry open the lock that sealed Anya's cage. While she was doing that, I struggled over towards the large door that led to the exit, my heart racing when I realized this was our way out.

"Clarke, come on!" I hurried the blonde once she got Anya out of the cage, wrapping an arm around her and making her way over while I pulled against the door, finally getting it open so the three of us could get the hell out of here.

Once we stepped through, we entered a small and tight space with nothing but cement walls, a shut window with no light except a red gleam that filled the room. There was a white square on the bottom of the floor and I was too busy examining the blank room in confusion to realize two doors had began to shut behind us, meeting in the middle and trapping us in.

Clarke released Anya, spinning around to the doors, trying to pry them open with no luck as an alarm began to go off, no doubt because of us.

Clarke backed away from the door slowly, meeting Anya and I in the middle of the room, all of us standing on the white square beneath us.

"What is that?" Anya questioned in exhaustion.

I shook my head softly, turning to her, "I don't-- Ah!"

I was cut off when the white square beneath our feet had disappeared and the three of us were suddenly falling, colliding with an angled cement pathway, guiding us only one way which was into a large garbage-like space.

I landed roughly, coughing as the air was practically knocked out of my body when I landed flat on my back-- Anya landing on top of Clarke right beside me.

I realized my fall, despite its harshness, had been broken by some lumpy object underneath me.

I broke my gaze at the ceiling, looking around and beginning to panic when I realized what I was surrounded in.

"Oh my god, oh my god.." I trailed off, feeling uneasy and sick to my stomach. Clarke sat up, pushing Anya off of her softly, her mouth dropping when her eyes scanned the area-- taking notice in the unconscious bodies that laid all around us.

Clarke was on her feet much faster than I was, having to give me a hand because of my injury.

"Anya!" I called, reaching out to the grounder who was starstruck, her mouth gaping open at the bodies of her friends, her family. She shook her head, mumbling to herself under hear breath as her hands traced heir faces sadly. "Anya, take my hand!" I yelled.