Survivors

Chapter 15- When Everything Falls Apart

Clarke Griffen:

"No." I hear Bellamy say over and over again as he sniffles sobs and brushes his fingers through Octavia's straight, long, dark hair. I reassuringly place my hand on his back in comfort but he pushes it away. "Don't touch me!" I jump back at his response. Cold fear rushes through my body. I've seen people change through the loss of loved ones, but they never snap back into reality. I can't lose him like this...

"Bellamy." I can feel a single tear streaking down my cheek and fall into his shoulder. He looks up at me with dark circles under his deep eyes that have now become blood-shot. "We need to go." He looks at Octavia and than back at me. We only have around thirty-four people left. If grounders were to attack again, we would be outnumbered for sure. He shakily nods and I grab his arm to help him up. He wobbles but gains balance. His eyes are still glued onto Octavia. I remember wondering what it was like to have a sibling, and now that I do have one, I wonder what it would be like to lose them.

"Let's go back to camp." He says with his voice trembling and cracking.My guess is that he would want to be alone so I don't wait for him. It takes every ounce of me to stay away from him and comfort him.

"Ali?" I call from bellow the tree we left her in.

"Clarke?!? Is that you?!? What happened? I heard what sounded like a bloodbath back there." Everyone gets silent. "Oh." She says plainly. I carefully climb up the tree along with Finn and we carefully grab the stretcher and lower her down with ropes. When everyone is ready, we set back out for camp. With more than half of our camp gone, it's gonna be difficult trying to get through to dad. By now, he's probably dead.

Bellamy Blake:

My face contorts with anger and hatred as I walk behind our pack. What did we ever do to deserve this? What did Octavia to deserve to die? I remember what she said to me... "Everyone loses someone they love unexpectedly. Unfortunately today is your day." She somehow makes every serious situation into something with extra humor. It hurts to walk back through the entrance of camp, especially when we have to sort out everything and divide it evenly amounts at ourselves. We are in the middle of dividing up a little boys stuff, when we hear the trees rustle and birds flying towards the mountains. The red fog. We all rush back into the drop-ship and larch the door. It's as if we've been through this drill one hundred times. No one seems to care much about it anyways. No one has really said a word since the battle, mostly because of the lack of sleep. Everyone nestles into a corner and falls asleep. Everyone but Clarke and I. I lay against a wall, pretending to be asleep. I hear mumbles next to me, but ignore them as Clarke walks up the little girl. I can hear Clarke shaking the girl.

"Hey, hey, shhhh. It's okay, shhhh. It's just a dream." The girl whimpers. "Can you tell me your name?" Clarke takes a seat next to me. I know because she's so close that I can feel her body heat.

"My...name...is...is Charlotte." behind each pause is a sniff. I wonder what she did to become arrested? She's just so young. I've seen her around camp, trying to talk to older girls, but the older ones never really let her in.

"Well, Charlotte, I think that we both need some rest. Don't you?!?" Clarke whispers. I guess that Charlotte nodded because Clarke gets up and cold air stimulates my side again.

"Wait!" I hear Charlotte call out. "Will you stay with me?" Clarke comes back over and sits down next to me again. After that there is silence. Nothing makes a peep except for the howling of the fog, pushing against the drop-ship.