Can we be Grounders? - Book 1 (Bellamy Blake x OC) (The 100 Season 1)

I am Become Death - Part 2

Everyone watched as another body was carried out of the dropship.

"Alright, show's over," Bellamy told everyone. "Get back to your posts." Everyone walked away as Bellamy came as close to the ramp as he could. "You got enough food in there? Water?"

"Yeah. Some medicine might be nice."

Bellamy smiled. "I'll see what I can do. You still doing okay?" he asked Alia.

"Still not showing any symptoms, but I can still be a carrier, so-"

"You're stuck in there. I know." He sighed. "Octavia, you okay?" Bellamy called and Clarke and Alia froze on the ramp, looking at each other. When he didn't get a response, he started walking towards them, but Clarke stopped him.

"Bellamy, wait. She's not here. We sent her to see Lincoln."

He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Alia. "You did?"

"It came from them. He might have a medicine or a cure."

"We didn't tell you because we knew you wouldn't let her go."

"If anything happens to her, you and me are gonna have problems," he said, giving Clarke a death stare.

"Bellamy!" Alia called as he walked away. She sighed.

"He'll come around," Clarke tried to assure her.

"Out of my way," Bellamy ordered and the kid turned around, revealing the blood that streamed down from his eyes.

"Dude, your eyes!" one of his friends freaked and all the teens holding guns pointed it at him.

"Nobody touch him!" Miller yelled.

"Get to the dropship," Bellamy told him. "Now!" He started walking to them, but their focus shifted as Fox fell and threw up blood on three others as they tried to catch her. Tons of others started to bleed and the one with guns pointed at each other, trying to distance themselves as they descended into panic. "Calm down!" Bellamy tried.

"Put that gun down!" Finn yelled. "Put it down!" The screams were silenced as Clarke shot her gun into the air.

"This is exactly what the Grounders want," Clarke said as she walked off the ramp and towards them. "Don't you see that? They don't have to kill us if we kill each other first."

"They won't have to kill us if we all catch the virus," one boy said, aiming his gun at her. "Get back in the damn dropship." Bellamy took the gun from him before elbowing him in the head, making him stumble away.

"Not to state the obvious," Bellamy said to her, "but your quarantine isn't working." Clarke didn't have time to say anything before she fainted, falling backwards.

"Finn, don't touch her!" Raven yelled, but he had already caught her, picking her up bridal style.

"Hey, let me go. I'm okay."

"No, you're not."

"Octavia will come back with a cure," Clarke said, looking back at Bellamy.

"There is no cure," she said as she came back into camp. "But the Grounders don't use the sickness to kill," she told everyone.

"Really? Tell that to them," Bellamy pointed at the bodies laying at the dropship. "I warned you about seeing that Grounder again."

"Yeah? Well, I have a warning for you too. The Grounders are coming," she said, causing a murmur through the crowd. "And they're attacking at first light." She tried to walk over to Clarke, but Bellamy grabbed her arm, but she pulled it away. "Come on. I'll help you get Clarke into the dropship." The three walked inside, looking for a place to set Clarke.