"WHERE IS HE?" BELLAMY'S ANGERED VOICE BOOMED THROUGHOUT THE DROPSHIP WALLS AS SOON AS HE ENTERED, with may hot on his trail making sure he wouldn't do anything. she was shocked to hear who had returned to camp, she had never expected to see him again, and now she was about to.
the gunners moved to the sidelines, letting bellamy, may, clarke, and finn past without a second thought. may stopped in her tracks next to bellamy, holding in her tears at the sight. he looked horrible, scars on his face, covered in blood and grime. he was curled up in the corner, his lip quivering with whatever unknown emotion he was feeling.
"everyone but connor and derek out...now!" bellamy demanded, speaking to the other delinquents beside the ones next to him. "he claims he was with the grounders." derek said, shifting on his feet. "we caught him trying to sneak back into camp." connor added, the nozzle of his gun pointed at murphy.
"i wasn't sneaking." murphy protested weakly, "i was running from the grounders."
"anyone see grounders?" bellamy questioned with a bitter tone, looking to derek and connor, who shook their heads no. "well in that case—" bellamy lifted up his gun to shoot murphy without a second thought. but finn was quick to react and push it down, "hey! what the hells wrong with you?"
"we were clear what would happen if he came back!" bellamy argued, lifting his gun up again only for may to step in front of him, shaking her head in disapproval. she didn't care if bellamy shot her, she knew she was gonna die anyways, her mothers dead from the exodus ship, and she's never gonna get the proper treatment she needed, she cares about everyone but herself at this point. she had less than a month left to live, and her body was breaking down and getting worse every day, no amount of water, food, or rest was gonna help her. her red blood cells were dying, and were blocking blood flow which was causing her pain in her joints.
"no, if he was with the grounders then he knows things that can help us." finn snapped back, joining sides with may. "help us?" bellamy repeated with an angered tone, "we hanged him, we banished him, and now we're gonna kill him. get the hell out of my way."
he raised his gun up again, but may didn't budge, she didn't care if bellamy shot her to get to murphy, if she died, she died, that was her current mindset. "no." clarke protested, moving past bellamy to get to murphy, "finn's right."
"like hell he is!" bellamy retorted as clarke bent down in front of murphy, "clarke—think about charlotte!"
"i am thinking about her." clarke snapped back, turning the upper half of her body to look at bellamy, "but what happened to charlotte was as much our fault as his."
