Survivors

Chapter 24- War Again

Clarke Griffen:

The sound of Bellamy yelling draws me outside and away from wrapping a kids knee.

"Stay here and don't move." I order. He said that his name was Noah and he turns 13 tomorrow. What could a kid possibly do to get in jail at the age of 12?

"Everyone, get into positions. Anyone who is not shooting, go inside with Clarke and the young ones. Shooters stand your ground." He orders.

"Wait, Bellamy!" I yell. What is he talking about? "What happened?" I stand in front of him, only centimeters apart. I want to close the space so bad.

"There are grounders out side the fence." Oh. "I need you to take care of the little ones." He's talking about the 9 11-13 year old children that were sent down with us.

"What about you?"

"I'm gonna be out here with the shooters." my stomach drops. When those gates open. I could lose Bellamy forever. "MAN YOUR STATIONS!" He yells out. He turns to walk away.

"Wait, Bell." I run up to him and plant a kiss right on his lips, soaking in the warmth and love. He pulls away but grabs my head with both hands.

"You don't have to worry about me, Princess. I'm a survivor. We all are survivors." A tear rolls down my cheek and he wipes it with his thumb, kisses my forehead and leaves me to protect the ready of camp. Before I enter the drop-ship, I take one last look. The shooters are posted all around the wall, aiming their guns. Some look sturdy, but others are shaking. I pull down the lever to the drop-ship, sealing us from the rest of earth.

Bellamy Blake:

I can hear footsteps outside the fence. People speak grounder talk and beat on drums, announcing their arrival. If we can hold out, just until they knock over the gate, maybe we can catch them by surprise. The sound of rattling, shakes me into reality. I look over and see a boy about Clarke's age, holding a gun, but it shakes as he puts bullets into it. His whole body shakes, actually. It shakes from fear.

"Hey," I whisper, "you're going to be just fine." He nods and aims his gun at the gate. Honestly, I don't know if he's going to be fine. I don't know if anyone is going to be fine. I can only hope. BANG, BANG, BANG. The wall vibrates as grounders pound against it. Some of the warriors whimper and cry. Others look as solid as a rock, not allowing their emotions to be shown through their faces. BANG, BANG, BANG. Now, the wall creaks. BANG, BANG, BANG. It sways. BANG, BANG, BANG. It topples over, allowing a wave of grounders to flood our camp, swinging axes and throwing spears. People fall to the ground left and right, dead or seriously injured. Gunfire rings through the air and I trip over the grounder bodies, that lay lifeless on the ground. For a moment, it's hard to tell who's winning until we are long into the battle. It's pretty clear the the bloodthirsty grounders are. They have us surrounded.

"STOP!" I yell. All is silent and eyes on me. "Just stop." Heavy breathing fills the camp. "We surrender." I lay down my gun and the other teenagers do so after me. The grounder laugh and start to tie people up, one after one; until they get to me.

"Where are the other's?" He asks. His English is better than most. I try to show no suspicion in my tone of voice.

"There are no others. They all are dead." I glance at the drop-ship and see a stray grounder becoming to curious. He examines it and pounds on it. I twitch, and the grounder standing above me notices.

"So they are in there." I look at him with longing. Surly he has a soft spot and recognizes that we are all human beings. Surly he wants peace too. But grounders are not human beings. They are monsters. Monsters that surround the drop-ship and try to tip it over, containing Clarke and the young ones.