Survivors

Chapter 7- The Runaway

Clarke Griffen:

My heart pounds as I watch Bellamy beat the pulp out of Murphy. Murphy deserves it, but violence has never been the option. When Murphy doesn't move anymore, I walk up to the two. Bellamy has anger written all over his eyes.

"Bellamy stop." I say, wiping away a drop of blood off my face from when Bellamy threw his last, powerful punch. "That's enough." He looks at me, eyes widened and breathing hard from the effort it took to bring Murphy down.

"He has to die, Clarke. I know that you said that we both make the rules, but biting is way off limits."

"I know." I squat next to an unconscious Murphy and pull out my knife. "But he doesn't have to die like that." I slowly stick my knife into his throat. A rush of hot blood, pours into the ground. I hum a lullaby and stroke Murphy's hair, as if he was a kid in the ARC.

"How do you do it?" I turn and look at Bellamy who is tariffed.

"What?" I ask confusingly. His eyes meet mine for what feels like the first time in a decade.

"How do you stay so calm in chaotic situations?" I just shrug my shoulders. I really don't know. "Atom and Finn, burn the body. Everyone else, start on the wall." Bellamy had decided to build a wall to protect our camp. People had already started and all they had to do was rise it up. He made a smart choice.

Bellamy Blake:

I watch as Finn and Atom drag Murphy away and Clarke walks up to the drop-ship. She was beautiful in her graceful and confident strides. A shrug on shoulder stirs me.

"Careful, she's a feisty one!" Octavia sits beside me and laughs, turning my cheeks pink.

"Nah, I don't like Princess." I say. I know that I'm lying. I've caught myself staring at her more. I know that it's a habit I should break. There are more import things to think about, like protecting the camp. There are 97 people left that are under my protection. I intend to keep that number.

"Bellamy! There's someone at the gate!" I notice that the walls have already been set up, blocking us from most of the danger beyond them.

"She's been speared!" Another shouts. I run up to the entrance.

"Open the gates!" I yell everyone is quite, guns ready to shoot at any moment. I see a girl around my age, leaning against the wall with a spear in her side. "Get Clarke!" I order before I approach. When I see her familiar light, brown hair and fare skin, my heart stops. "Ali! Ali!" I yell to her and lightly shake her shoulders. But how can this be? She didn't come down with us, she was floated. "Ali, can you hear me?" I cup her precious face in my hands. She was my best friend on the ARC. She was the only person that I could trust Octavia with; and trusted me with her family.

"Bellamy?" I hear her reply weakly. She manages a weak smile.

"Hey, what is it?." Clarke rushes behind me. She automatically feels Ali's pulse and checks her vital signs. I forgot that Clarke doesn't know about Ali. How could I tell her what everyone has been hiding from her for her whole life? "Take her to the drop-ship." Clarke brushes her fingers through Ali's hair.

"Clarke, is that you?" Ali looks at my face and then back at Clarke. Clarke nods her head slowly as two men carry Ali to the drop-ship.

"I heard her say your name too. I wonder if the Grounders told her..."

"No, Princess. I know her. Her name is Ali. Clarke, she's your sister."