Killer // Bellamy Blake (1)

XIII

Bellamy rolled off of his back, pulling Delaney to her feet. Finn brushed off his pants and looked around, holding his knife close.

"Hey, guys? Let's move." Finn's voice wavered as he started backing up. Delaney limped as she turned around, spotting still more grounders coming their way.

"Follow me." With one hand on her stomach, she pulled her bow off of her back.

Without a warning, Bellamy scooped her up, following Finn at a quick pace.

"Put me down. I'm fine." Delaney demanded, wincing.

"Like hell you are, Killer."

"Just tell us where to go. And watch our six, Laney."

She nodded, letting out a breath of relief. Delaney felt as if this was the first time she was able to relax in the last few days. She had just been going and going, even after being stabbed. Now she finally got to rest and she wasn't even done running - or fighting - for that matter.

"Pick up the pace. Northwest." Delaney leaned over Bellamy's shoulder, bow drawn. She took the shot, taking down a grounder that was looking around for survivors.

"Do you think they're okay in the dropship?" Finn asked as he lightly jogged, looking around nervously.

"We can't stick around to find out. There are too many grounders left outside and they sure as hell won't open the doors right away." Bellamy complained.

"Stop." Delaney swallowed as she spoke, looking down at her still bleeding stomach. "We're being followed."

Finn instantly turned around, knife in hand. Bellamy set Delaney down, holding his spear up and ready to fight with it. Delaney put her weight on one leg, slowly turning to survey the area.

The three stood in a triangle, slowly keeping moving as they watched from all angles. Leaves fell from above them, landing nearby. Delaney looked up and released her arrow. She jumped to the side as a warrior fell from the tree. It was a young boy, maybe Charlotte's age. Delaney took his arrows and searched him for anything else they could use. She was disappointed when he didn't have a medicine kit on him. She could really use something to slow her bleeding right about now.

"Delaney, you're covered in blood." Finn pointed out as they continued on.

"I just need to get back to my tree-pod." She waved him away.

He was right, though, and Delaney couldn't deny that. Her hands were slick with black blood and it dripped from her stomach. She was leaving a trail behind. The more they moved the more blood she lost, and her stomach wasn't even the only wound site.

The three came to a halt, dropping low behind a log when they heard distant, muffled voices. Delaney turned to sit on her butt, leaning her back against the log. Bellamy's concerned eyes fell over her as Finn surveyed the area.

"We need to split up. We're too big a group like this and we're easier to spot."

"Delaney can't go alone, Finn. She'll bleed out before she even gets there."

"Then go with her."

"I'm fine, guys. You two go together. Bellamy, you know where it is." Delaney's soft whisper caused them both to turn and listen. They had been talking as if she wasn't even there.

"We aren't leaving you to die."

"If anything it'll be better if you do leave me. I can get help from the ground people if you aren't there with me."

Bellamy clenched his jaw, thinking. The voices had long since disappeared. He finally let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He then pulled Delaney to her feet and turned to Finn.