I sulked around the mucky grass, glaring at the ground as I attempted to find some clue that the depot was actually here. I sighed out and ran a hand through my tangled hair. I didn't want to give up on the supplies that could help us survive.. but we couldn't find the damn thing. Like on cue, my foot got caught on something and I went tumbling into the grass below. I almost got a mouth full of dirt from below me, but before I could land, my arms came up in front of me, shielding the fall. I frowned and looked down at my foot which was caught. I moved my foot and some of the grass moved along with it. My eyebrow raised as I sat straight. I started moving some of the grass, and I realized that what I had tripped on, a handle of a door.

"what a coincidence.." I whispered while a smile slipped onto my lips smiled. I started to stand up and turned around to see if I got spot the older blake sibling, but ended up calling his name when I couldn't see him. "Bellamy!" I yelled out, my eyes darting around the forest to look for the mop of brown curly hair, and then my brown eyes found his head coming up from the hill.

 "What, you alright?" he questioned with a concerned voice and I lifted one of my eyebrows.

"I'm fine." I answered back. I nodded towards the door, "I think I found the depot." He pursed his lips at me before walking his way over here to investigate what I found. I turned my back to him and reached for the handle. I tugged, but it didn't move. "I think it's rusted shut." I mused, looking over at him with a frown.

"Watch out." He said.

I moved to the side and watched him with a curious gaze as he grabbed an axe from his belt and brought the blunt side down on the bottom edge of the door roughly. He did it again, and this time instead of a dull clang, there was a crack, and one of the handles broke off. Bellamy reached forward and wretched the door open, and I couldn't help but feel like an excited child who found a new adventure.

I ascended down the ladder and into the murky darkness below. I reached the bottom of the ladder and Bellamy handed me a flashlight. I turned it on, looking around. On the wall directly in front of us, there was an orange and white sign spelling out, 'Emergency Aid Depot #23'. I wondered how many more there was scattered around the Earth and the treasures that remained within.

"You really think this place hasn't been touched since the war?" Bellamy's voice broke up my trail of thoughts. His tone sounding disbelieving. I sighed out.

"I really hope it hasn't." I answered before turning to the right, and heading down a dark but short hallway. There was a set of stairs at the end of the hallway and I decided to go down them. When my flashlight landed on a skeleton, I pursed my lips. "Shitty place to die." I couldn't contain a amusement snort of my own comment, even though it wasn't funny. I could feel Bellamy shooting daggers at the back of my skull.

 As the both of us walked further down, we both quickly realized how bad the condition of the lower levels were getting. The moss covered walls were mostly cracked with missing concrete falling as we stepped further in. The floor was damp with the water that seeped through the cracks of the stone and I could feel a slight draft coming from somewhere. "Well," I sighed, "you can tell Clarke that staying here is not an option." I informed him while my flashlight skimmed the murky water. "This place is a dump."

"Anything left down here is ruined." Bellamy growled. We began searching around, and I turned over a few barrels but they ended coming up empty.

"They must have disturbed most of the supplies before the last of the bombs." I muttered, dropping another lid which turned up empty. I turned around to watch Bellamy open up a tub, pulling out a few glow sticks, cracking them to give us more light.

I turned back around after catching a thrown glow stick, I opened another barrel which revealed orange blankets. A small smile turned up on my face. "Hey, I found some blankets." I called to Bellamy.

"You're excited about a couple of blankets?" Bellamy scoffed. I frowned at him, dropping the lid of the case.

"Everything helps. Don't be calling out to me when you freeze to death." I turned around, "Hah, you couldn't actually call out to me if you-" Bellamy interrupted me by storming over.

"Well, how about a canteen, or even a med-kit, or a decent fucking tent." He shouted angrily, while pushing one of the barrels over in anger. The liquid poured out onto the floor, and some of it splashed me.

"No need to have a cow over-" My words were once again cut off when Bellamy let out a gasp.

"Oh my god." Bellamy crouched down before the spilled barrel. I turned around to face him again with a curious glint in my eyes.

"What is it?" I questioned. My eyes lit up when Bellamy lifted something into the light, he turned towards me with a huge grin on his face. He had a gun in his hand. I couldn't help but not grin like an idiot. "Oh fuck yeah, now we can finally have something to defend ourselves with."

I watched him as he placed the guns side by side on the wall. "This changes everything!" He grunted, turning around to face me. He popped a nut from the ration pack into his mouth. He held out his hand and I looked down at the nuts, taking a few out of his hand and popping them into my mouth. "You ready to be a badass, short-stack?" He questioned as his eyebrows wiggled.

I let out an amused snort, "I'm already a badass, Bellamy." I retorted my lips tilting up into a matching smirk that formed onto his face at my words. I grabbed one of the guns from the wall, and held it straight up while putting my other hand on my hip, smiling over at him.

"Do you even know how to use that?" Bellamy questioned, looking over at me amused.

I shrugged, "It's been a few years, so not really." I watched Bellamy walk towards me. I turned around and pointed the gun over to the X on the wall.

"You're going to knock yourself over standing like that." He murmured, amusement laced in his tone. He grabbed my shoulders and gently moved them around. I felt his foot hook around my ankle and pulled my leg out. Bellamy's hands placed themselves low on my hips, as he moved me to stand more straight.

"You have to stand strong, the gun is going to have a kick to it." He instructed. "Now focus." He breathed out, and I felt his breath fan against my cheek.

I breathed out, and my thoughts wondered to where Bellamy's hands currently were instead of the damn target in front of me. "I can't concentrate when your hands are down there!" I rolled my eyes when he chuckled. He removed his hands from my waist, but I could still feel how close he was. I aimed and pulled the trigger.

Click.

Bellamy let out a chuckle, reaching around me and pulling something on the back of the gun. "Safety." He explained, dropping his hand to my wrist to readjust my aim before letting go of me. "Try again."

I scoffed, "I know-"

"Really, cause' if you knew you would've-"

Bang

My eyes lit up as the bullet landed near the X. A small grin pulled at my features as I turned around to face Bellamy. "You're a natural." I realized that he backed up a step, but was grinning back at me.

"Of course I am. I'm Marcus Kane's daughter." I smirked, "Try again." Bellamy replied.

I frowned, "We should save the ammunition, though." I pointed out. Bellamy's grin dropped, replaced by a frown.

"No, you need to practice this." He insisted. I set the gun down on the barrel, shaking my head. "I'm already pretty good, and the others still-" I began, but Bellamy stepped towards, grabbing the gun.

"You need to be able to defend yourself, Dakota." He grunted, setting the gun in my hands. "I'm not always going to be there to save your ass when you mess up."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What do you mean by that?" I questioned. He stayed silent, and I reached out to touch his arm. "Bellamy."

"Dakota.." Bellamy sighed, turning his head to the side. I narrowed my eyes up at him, and my mind started to piece everything together. The extra rations he took before we left to find this place and suddenly anger left all my features and hurt replaced them. "You're leaving.. aren't you?" I asked him, although my voice was quiet when I had spoken, Bellamy heard me.

"You were just going to load up here and leave, weren't you?" I could feel the anger coming back. Bellamy finally met my gaze. "You're just going to leave Octavia?"

"Octavia hates me, she'll be fine." He muttered.

"Bellamy, you don't know that-"

"I shot the Chancellor, okay? They're gonna kill me, Dakota!" He snapped, glaring at me.

"You're not the only guilty one here, Bellamy. I did awful things-" I began but he cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

"Keep practicing, I need some air." He grunted before pushing past me. I turned and watched him go, several thoughts swirling around my brain, trying to figure out what to say. I looked back up at his body as he started to disappear up the stairs with pleading eyes.