Darkness surrounded me, covering me whole. I wasn't sure where I was, or what had happened, but I felt something warm envelope me. It stuck to my skin, this hot, thick, sticky, liquid. I was in my own body, that I knew. But I wasn't awake. I tried opening my eyes, tried calling out, but I could do nothing but feel myself float throughout the darkness.

Was this what Bellamy meant when he said about him and the others being shot into the dark-matter of space? A darkness had crept across his facial features when he said it. A darkness that looked much like the one I was floating in. A dark void of nothing. It was just a pit of never-ending black. There was no light, no noise. Just silence. Even the air was still.

"Quinn." A voice echoed throughout the vast space. A voice I knew all-too-well and was somewhat relieved to hear again. "Quinn," It was Bellamy. "Quinn, wake up." I noticed the distress in his voice and slowly felt myself being pulled further into the air. The darkness shook, and all at once, light poured in.

I squinted as my eyelids fluttered open. The world around me was bright and fluorescent. I took in a deep breath, blinking as my eyes landed on Bellamy hovering over me. His gaze was covered in complete guilt and worry as he stared down at me. I blinked a few times again, and began to sit up, before every ache and pinch in my body came rushing back to me. It wasn't only my wounds that cried out in pain, but my legs, too. I had worked them over their limit, and I was now paying for it. I could barely feel my thighs. My calves were heavy and numb, my feet feeling like jelly.

"What the hell happened to you, Quinn?" Bellamy swore under his breath, helping me sit up.

As I glanced down at my blood-stained shirt, my heart clenched in my chest. I was light-headed from the loss of blood, and my entire body ached. My heart seemed to ache, too as I remembered the look of complete loathing on Keegan's face after I swiped him with my blade. I gulped, looking over Bellamy's shoulder to find Jasper and two other boys behind. For the first time since I'd met Jasper, he didn't look scared of me. Instead, concern was evident in his eyes. I couldn't help but--

I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. My eyelids forced to flutter shut once again, and my knees quickly gave way. Bellamy let out a gasp, grabbing a hold of my limp body before I could fall back to the floor. "She's lost a lot of blood, we need to get her back to camp now." Bellamy said as he picked me up bridal style.

I licked my crack lips and swallowed. My throat was dry and in dire need of some water. His hands were warm against my icy skin, and as the shivers took over my body I knew a fever had come to claim my body. Bellamy noticed my sudden shivering and began to pick up his feet, "Let's move. She's already come down with a fever."

My eyes lolled back, but I forced them open. I cuddled further into the warmth of Bellamy, the scent of cinnamon and wood coursing through my nostrils. His smell was much different from Keegan's; it was warm and cozy, it had a Home feel to it. Keegan smelt like the brisk, winter morning air, and Bellamy smelt like winter sunsets by the fire. He had a calming sense to him, whereas Keegan was sharp and intense.

Sharp, just like the blade's he had drawn across my skin.

"Who the hell did this to you, Quinn?" Bellamy whispered, gazing down at me.

I responded by tightening my grip on his shoulder, and leant my head closer to his beating heart. I let the calm thump of the organ that let Bellamy live pump throughout me. His heartbeat was like a song to me, a song that sang of mystery, pain and heartache. I wondered if my heartbeat was the same.

"I tried to h...help him..." I spoke, my voice shaking. "I wanted to bring him home."

I bit down on my sobs, allowing my tears to fall as I kept my cries quiet. I knew Bellamy could see me in this state, but for some odd reason, him seeing me like this didn't bother me. I kept my cries quiet so as to not let the others know, and to not let the wood itself know, that the boy I had loved so dearly broke my heart.

"But he... they tortured him. And now, he blames me for it all." I let out a sob, and squeezed my eyes shut. "I always heal -- my wounds always heal. But, I don't think my heart can ever heal. He hurt me, She hurt me, in a way that's much more than physical pain and--" I paused, biting down on a cry. "--when will it stop, B?"

I felt Bellamy's grip on me tighten as he squeezed my thigh. I opened my eyes and looked up to find Bellamy staring at me with the warmest gaze he had ever stared at me with. It only made my heartache more. He was the only one I had talked to like this, ever. I never in my life spilled my emotions to others. I was more a person to keep them bottled up inside me and let them eat away at me like a cancer. I knew it was bad, and it led to me overthinking a lot of things, but I never had anyone I felt I could trust with pouring my heart out too.

At least, not until Bellamy.

And the weird thing was, we never seemed to like each other. We were always arguing or snapping rude comments to one another about our personalities and actions. To others, they probably saw us as complete opposites, when in fact, we were the same. And that is why I could speak what I was feeling to him. I didn't know much about him yet, but I knew that he had been through hell and back. And I understood that.

"Some people are past helping, Quinn." He spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

I rested my head back onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat as mine slowly began to fade.

* * *

My eyelids slowly fluttered open. My vision was blurry; my world spinning. The light on the other side of the room was brighter than what it had been when I left. I swallowed, aiding my dry throat and cracked lips as I placed my forearm on my forehead. The headache that had overtaken me pounded on the inside of my skull.

I felt like death.

"Quinn?" I heard Clarke's familiar voice and tilted my head up slightly. "Hey," She said with a smile, coming to stand beside me. She was covered in sweat, her hair sticking up everywhere. The bags under her eyes were getting darker, and I so badly wanted to tell her to go get some rest. She looked like she needed it, badly. "You feeling alright?" She asked, her voice quiet.

I let out a half-hearted laugh, "I've had worse."

I began to sit up, but immediately regretted it as I felt my wounds pinch. I let out a groan, clenching my teeth in pain as Clarke carefully let my lie back down. "Take it easy. I've stitched you up and cleaned your wounds but you've lost a lot of blood. You need rest."

"Rest?" I said. "I need some alcohol and a punching bag." I joked to hide the pain that resided within me.

Clarke let out a laugh, "Monty might have some of his personal moonshine left, but I can't promise you any."

I waved her away with a hand, smiling at her. "Thanks, Clarke." I said, my smile fading. I grimaced as I repositioned myself on the bed. The girl reached forward, taking a hold of my hand and squeezing it tightly. I felt her pity-filled gaze on me and held back tears that forced to fall. "I'm glad to see Finn made it." I said, avoiding all possible areas that might lead of us talking about what -- or who -- had put me in this state.

Clarke nodded, "Me too."

"Is our friend up there still alive?" I asked, speaking of the Grounder they had held prisoner.

Clarke's happy demeanour dropped. She nodded, slowly. "Yeah, he is." She said. "But he's in a pretty bad state..." She trailed off, her gaze becoming distant. I noticed her eyes slowly look down to her hands and clench them into fists. There was no hiding that a whole lot of shit had gone down when I was away. I reached my hand out, grabbing hers. I squeezed it, forcing a tight smile and drawing her attention back to me.

She sniffed, blinking away the look of tremor on her face. "Do you--" She began, but paused, licking her lips. After a second or two, she continued on, "Do you think that you can ever move on from past mistakes? Do you think we can be forgiven for the sins we commit?"

My hand slid out of hers, and as she looked down at me for a response, I parted my lips but no words fell from my mouth. They were two questions that I asked myself everyday, and yet even after all this time, I still wasn't sure of the answer. All I could do was shrug and bite down on broken memories and sins. I looked up to the blonde, and saw her eyes fall to the floor. I wasn't sure what she was expecting to hear, but I sure as hell knew I was not the right person to be answering these questions. I had done terrible things in my life, and still to this day I was running from my past.

"Sorry," She said, her voice shaky.

"Don't be." I said, swallowing, hard. "I'm sorry, you were probably looking for some sort of reasonable answer. But I can't give it to you. I haven't even figured out those questions myself."

The girl did nothing but nod at my response, and replace the sad look in her eyes with a smile. She dismissed the sudden change in the air as quickly as me. Before exiting the dropship in search for something else to distract her, she pointed to my collar-bone. "It's best if you treat yourself to some rest. We'll patch you up with some fresh bandages again later tonight. For now, sleep is the best option."

I replied to her orders with a small nod. I understood them, clearly, but was I going to follow them? No. I knew Clarke was only looking out for me, but there was no way I could sleep after the events that had taken place. It was true, I felt like shit. My wounds hurt, my legs ached, and my insides felt just as they had on the night of my father's death.

My heart ached at the thought of him. Tate was his name. A strong, warrior-like name for a true warrior. He was a hero to our people, and to Keegan and I. Many worshipped him like a God; women wished to be in my mother's position; young boys aspired to be just as great as he. Tate the Great, they called him. He had gotten that name when he fought in battle against Trigedakru and severely wounded their Commander. He had sliced into Her side when she was left distracted by merely a breath. That distraction, had given Tate the advantage to strike down his enemy; her army falling with her.

Unfortunately, She had survived that battle -- just. Three moons later, she had been found in her private quarters, a knife driven through her heart and her blood staining the throne that the new Commander sat upon. I had heard stories of this Commander. She was younger than I, and ruling thousands upon thousands of savage, merciless men and women. Despite the hatred I had towards the Trigedakru, it would be an honour to go head-to-head in a fight with her.

I let out a sigh, drawing myself out of my muddled thoughts. I took in a deep breath, preparing myself as I sat upwards. The bed I lied upon creaked as I moved into a sitting position. My body internally creaked to, and I let out a grunt as I felt the stitches that held my skin together. A tight, intense pain was felt on my back. I squeezed my eyes shut, grinding down on my teeth as I clenched the bed-sheets into my fists.

After several seconds, I let out a deep breath and opened my eyes. I peered down below me to the dropship floor and inwardly groaned. For some odd reason, the floor looked far further away than what it was. My boots, katana and a jacket that wasn't mine sat a few feet away from me on a chair. With another deep breath, I slowly slid off the bed and came to stand. The floor was like ice underneath my boiling, hot feet. Goosebumps arose on my skin, and ever-so-carefully, I slowly made my way over to the chair. Every move I made ached; my bones cracked and groaned; my muscles tight.

After no more than five seconds, I reached the chair and let out a relieved sigh. I took a seat on the chair, moving my boots and the other objects away to make space. It took me a while, but once I finally had my boots back on, I slid my jacket on too. I wasn't sure who's it was. It smelled faintly of cologne -- a scent I hadn't smelt before. It was fresh and inviting, and clearly a male's.

All of a sudden, I heard quiet, muffled voices come from upstairs. I glanced upwards, craning my neck back and slowing down my breath so that I could clearly hear. I took the sheathed katana and held it in my right hand, quietly walking towards the ladder that led to the room above. I looked at the bars of the ladder, debating wether I should climb them an eavesdrop on the quiet conversation, but thought better of it. The voices were becoming inaudible, anyways. And if I were caught eavesdropping, that'd only make me seem even more suspicious to the Sky Kids then what I was already.

So, with one last glance upwards, I took a step back... then another, and found myself before the dropship flap in an instant. I reached forward, ready to pull the flap aside, when Bellamy came in out of nowhere. I bumped into him slightly, none of us taking notice that the other was walking on the same path. I let out a small gasp, almost stumbling over my feet before Bellamy's hands shot out and kept me upright.

Eyes wide, I let out a breath, "Sorry, I should've been watching--"

He cut me off, "No, it's my fault. I should have watched where I was walking." His arms still grasped my elbows, his figure close to mine. I wanted to say something -- anything -- to release the tension that had begun to arise in the air, though I wasn't sure exactly what to say. I had been so open with him this morning but now I could barely form any words as I stared into his brown eyes.

He hesitantly moved his arms, as if he was worried I might fall over again without his hands there to support me. I stifled a smile as my insides fluttered -- something that had never happened to me before. My insides never 'fluttered' like butterflies, not even when I was around Keegan as a child.

With a shaky breath, I took a small step back and gave Bellamy a half-hearted smile as he gazed down at me. "You holding up alright?" He asked, his tone telling me he was genuinely concerned.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said, before adding, "Thank you, by the way, for carrying me back." I wanted to ask him why he had come back for me, and how he had even found me. I wasn't even close to Camp Sky, and yet he had found me all the way out into the damp, over-grown wood that was filled with a whole lot of lost souls and damned memories.

"No matter how many times you've gotten on my nerves in the short amount of time I've known you, I couldn't leave you out there." Bellamy said, gazing down at me intently. I was taken aback by his words, and a little shocked. "I've been a complete asshole to you, Quinn. I'm sorry. You were just trying to help -- and you have, tremendously."

I hugged my arms to my chest, tightly. Did I thank him? Did I agree with him? Or did I just leave him with silence? I had never felt so conflicted in my life then I did right in that moment. I had saw only a small portion of this side of Bellamy, and that time it wasn't directed at me. We had argued since we met, thrown curse words and hurtful phrases to the other. I was confused, and not sure what to even begin with.

"I can see you fighting with yourself -- stop." He smiled, half-heartedly, grabbing my attention. "You don't have to reply. I do mean what I say, though. I am genuinely sorry, and I hope you can forgive me for all the shit I've given you--"

Now it was my turn to cut him off, "I forgive you." I said defiantly, nodding. "From the bottom of my heart, I do. And I'm eternally grateful that you came back for me when not even..." I trailed off, my mind traveling back to Keegan before I picked myself up again, "...when not even one of the people I loved most in the world did." I licked my lips, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, well, He can't get to you anymore." Bellamy said, his words catching my full attention. "At least not when you're within these walls. We won't let any one of them get their hands on you, again. They'd have to get past a fence twice their size and defeat an army of kids that fell from the sky with their pew-pew things."

Bellamy smiled, and I let out a small chuckle. "Shut up," I laughed. "Sorry we're not as Spacey as you guys with our cool, alien-like weapons."

The boy let out a laugh, shaking his head. Crinkles formed on the outer corners of his eyes, his laugh-lines around his mouth noticeable as he grinned. I took in those small features. From the eye crinkles, to the scrunching of his nose and the way he tilted his head back slightly as he laughed. Thinking of him only made my heart flutter inside my chest. It was a childish thing, I knew, but I couldn't help it. He was so ethereal and handsome, unlike any other man I had ever laid eyes on. The next time I got my hands on a piece of chalk or coal, I was sure my mind would automatically start to form the features of this gorgeous, curly-haired, brown-eyed boy from Outer Space.

Our laughter quietened down, though a smile still plastered our faces. Bellamy licked his lips, his smile slowly fading. With an expression that said he'd suddenly remembered something, he brushed past me and headed over to the corner of the dropship where a pile of boxes sat. He began packing stuff into a small black bag.

"Where are you headed?" I asked, making my way over to him.

He looked up from his packing, glanced down at it, then looked back up at me. "Oh, Clarke and I are going on a run. We found some old records that said a Supply Depot was nearby, so we thought we'd check it out and grab as many supplies as we could before anyone else does." He went back to packing, stuffing his back with a whole load of things that seemed unnecessary for a supply run.

I picked up my feet, heading over to the boy as he continued to pack. I stopped a few feet away, catching a glance at him as he threw in three packets of peanuts into his bag. "That's a lot of peanuts for one supply run." I said, an eyebrow raising.

Bellamy paused in his packing and looked down into the bag where he'd just thrown the peanuts. "I like peanuts." He stated. "Besides, who knows how long Clarke and I'll be out there. She could get hungry."

I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling like I was talking to a child. I stalked over to him and pushed him away from the bag, lightly. I reached down into bag, pulled out the bag of peanuts and dumped them back into the crate they had come from. "You won't need these. I'm coming along, too." I said.

"What?" Bellamy spat out. "No, Quinn, you have to rest."

I straightened up, looking him in the eye. "I am not going to be laying on a bed all day long, moping about wounds that cannot be fixed with tears. I will also certainly not be left alone with a camp full of space teens -- no offence." Bellamy went to argue back, but before he could, I beat him to it. "Besides, I know the layout of these woods and how to survive on them, B. I can help."

A grin slowly crept onto Bellamy's face. "What?" I said, staring at him with confusion.

"It's just, nobody calls me B." He said. "Looks like you're warming up to me, Princess." I glared at him, playfully. "See, you're not even denying it."

"I have never met any one that's more of a child then you, Bellamy."

He shook his head, "Nope, don't like Bellamy. I definitely like B, though."

"Well, Bellamy, let's make a deal." I began, smirking. "I'll continue to call you B if you let me come on the run with you and Clarke." It was a silly deal, a pointless one. I couldn't help but feel a little envious of Clarke as she spent time with Bellamy. I wanted to get to know the boy more, if he was as much of an asshole as he appeared to be. I also knew that he was hiding something. The look in his eyes told me that he didn't like peanuts, but needed them for another purpose, and I was curious as to what it was.

Bellamy groaned, "Fine, you win, Princess."

My face lit up, my hands clapping together as I did a small dance on the spot. Bellamy laughed at my reaction, shaking his head. "You just can't say no to me, can you, B? Looks like you're warming up to me, too." I winked at him before spinning on my heels and making my way to the dropship's flap.

"What would you have done if I said no?" Bellamy spoke up, resulting in me to stop in my tracks and turn to face him.

"I would have annoyed you to death till you said yes, and followed you out, anyways. But, thankfully, you approved of my helping this time round so none of those options were necessary." Bellamy let out a small hmph before walking past me and outside, myself following close behind, grinning in victory like a child.

As we stepped out under the dull, gloomy sky, I felt my mood drop as more than a few not-so-friendly eyes glued to my figure. The camp fell quiet as I walked behind Bellamy; unwelcome eyes looking me up and down with distasteful glances. The kids muttered amongst each other. A mixture of fear, anger and confusion was felt within the air. I looked to the back of Bellamy's head, studying his shoulders as his breath kept steady. If he was bothered by the stares, he sure didn't show it. I shook them all off, dismissing them as small ants and not worth any of my time.

The Sky Kids didn't scare me.

Clarke met us halfway, coming to a slow stop. "You ready--" She stopped, her eyes widening as they landed on me. She stepped forward, ignoring Bellamy completely as she stared at me, concern flooding her eyes. "Quinn!" She said. "Quinn, what are you doing out here? You should be resting!"

I couldn't help but let a chuckle slip as the blonde looked gobsmacked. She turned her gaze onto Bellamy, hoping for a reasonable answer. He shrugged, saying, "I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen." Bellamy glanced over his shoulder, throwing me a heart-stopping smirk that was filled with a whole lot of cheekiness.

"Quinn..." Clarke ran a hand through her hair.

"Sorry, Mama Clarke, but I can't stay inside moping all day. I'll tell you exactly what I told Bellamy: I know these woods from beginning to end. You could blind-fold me, leave me in the middle of the forest, and I would still be able to make it back with my vision covered."

"Okay, Princess." Bellamy glanced over at me, giving me a look that suggested I was over-exaggerating. "Look, Clarke, even if we say no she'll still follow us out. Besides, do you really want to leave her here with the others?" Clarke remained silent, staring off into the distance and watching the camp intently as kids walked by. "Miller's going to be left in charge. I trust him with my life."

"C'mon, Clarke!" I whined.

After several seconds, Clarke let out a sigh and stared at Bellamy and I. It was one that suggested she wasn't too happy that I wasn't resting, but she couldn't say no either. She nodded, motioning for us to hurry up as we made our way out the camp gates.

"I'm just too damn irresistible." I stated, smugly.

Bellamy groaned, "Shut up before I throw you back inside the dropship and lock you up with your Grounder friend." I threw him a playful glare and a light punch on the shoulder. It was as if yesterday afternoon had never even happened, and Keegan had remained the ghost he was from ten years ago.

If only that were the truth.

* * *

I tugged my jacket closer to my body for warmth as a cool breeze kicked in. The three of us walked in aligning order: Bellamy to my left, and Clarke to my right. Which obviously left me in the middle. The silence that surrounded us wasn't as tense as I first imagined it to be, but there was still the slight awkwardness in the air.

"Hey, Quinn," Clarke spoke up, her voice soft. "Can I ask you something?" I nodded. "I remember you saying when we first captured you that you were not apart of the Grounders clan." I inwardly sighed, knowing that this question was soon to come. "So then, my question is, what Clan are you apart of?"

Bellamy's eyes were focused on other things, though I knew that he was tuned right into this conversation. "I was apart of the Stalker clan." I spoke, licking my lips once I had finished. "There's a river a few kilometres south from where you are camped -- it's a few hours walk. Over that river is where my village used to be."

"Used to be?" Clarke repeated, her steps slowing. "You're saying there's no more of you?"

I swallowed, blinking away the flames of death before Bellamy cut in, "Clarke." My gaze was on the path ahead. I noticed the blonde's head snap upwards at Bellamy's voice that told her she was venturing in dangerous territory. The girl let out a small apology, though I knew she was only asking out of mere curiosity.

"How many other clans are there? Is it just you and--"

"Trigedakru." I finished off for her, shaking my head as I continued, "There are far more of us. You have the Trigedakru -- the tree clan. The woods we now stand in are there territory. There's Azgeda, the Ice Nation -- their Prince, Roan, was a dear friend of my brother. There is also Floukru, the Boat People; Sankru, the Desert Clan; Yujleda, Ouskejon Kru, Delfikru, Trishanakru, Podakru, Ingranronakru, Boudalankru and lastly, Louwoda Kliron."

I paused, taking in another breath. "There are also the Reapers who are rogue, ruthless savages that are no longer apart of a clan. They're are hardly humans anymore. They're cannibals, feeding off any piece of meat they get their hands on. They come from the Cursed Mountain."

"Cursed Mountain?" Clarke questioned, a pang of fear evident in her voice.

"I've never been inside it myself, but I heard strange things about it. No-body has ever walked into that mountain and made it out alive. No one except my Grandfather. Although, the old warrior who had ventured too far inside was not the same man when he returned."

My mind flashed back to the day my Grandfather had returned home suddenly. He'd been a ghostly figure, walking through the gates with dead eyes and sickly, pale skin. He looked like he had been drained of all life. His hair was patchy, some places on his head looking like someones fingers had ripped off sections of his hair. He was nothing but skin-and-bone when he returned. My Grandfather was an empty vessel of void, no longer holding anything such as life within him.

I felt a sudden warmth flood through me as Bellamy's hand brushed against mine. I blinked, drawing myself from past nightmares and glanced over to find Bellamy looking down at my hand. It appeared that the brush wasn't intentional as his eyes grazed their way to mine. I felt my cheeks redden, and quickly turned my head so that my face was now completely facing Clarke. The blonde gave me a look, but it wasn't one that suggested she was interested in the sudden redness of my cheeks. She wanted to hear more.

I cleared my throat, before continuing on, "Anyways, each clan -- minus the Reapers and the Cursed Mountain -- have their own ruler within their clan, but even their ruler's have a ruler -- a Heda, Commander. Currently, Commander Lexa is in power, and will continue to reign till death calls her."

Bellamy spoke up after what felt like ages, his voice not giving off anything that said he was aware of our small, sudden skin-ship. "How come you didn't include your clan, the Stalkers, when you were listing all of the crews?"

It was Clarke's turn to fall silent as they both waited for a response.

After several, long seconds, I responded, "Because they are no more."

I began to feel the heat of something that wasn't the warmth of Bellamy's skin, creep up and send a stinging feeling over my skin. The cool air suddenly turned warm. The earth around me changed from bright, fluorescent colours of green, brown, red and blue, to a charred black. The woods smelled of fire, the whistling of the calming wind turning to screams that made my ears ring--

"Quinn?" I blinked, looking up to find Bellamy staring at me, worriedly. My breathing was coming out in hard and uneven breaths. I clenched my palms into fists, squeezing my eyes shut before opening them back up again. Somewhere along the way, I had stopped walking. "Hey, look at me." The curly-head boy reached forward, placing his firm hands against my cheeks, cupping them as he forced me to look him in the eye. "Just breathe, it's alright." He spoke, his voice calming and soft. "Geez, Princess, you really know how to make a guy worry." I stared into those beautiful, brown eyes of his and felt myself slowly ease back to normal. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin; his hair a mess of brown curls. My hands itched at the thought of them being ran through his hair and the feel of his smooth-looking lips traveling from my lips, down to my neck.

I blinked, suddenly pulling myself away from Bellamy's touch and almost regretting it. I diverted my gaze from his, focusing on something other than his face. I mentally swore at myself. I'd been letting myself slip so much these past few days. Ever since I'd met these kids, Bellamy especially, I'd gotten far too cozy. I went from practically swearing my lungs off at the boy in front of me, to letting my insides flutter every time he stepped foot in my vision.

I couldn't get close to any of them, Bellamy especially. I wasn't even supposed to be here anymore. The deal was that I help find Octavia then be out of their way. I'd helped Octavia -- and Finn, somewhat. So, why was I still here? Bellamy had said he didn't trust me from the beginning, and yet, he'd ventured far into the woods and carried me back. He'd treated me like any other person, not like a Grounder -- his enemy.

"Why are you doing this?" I spoke up, my voice barely a whisper.

Bellamy didn't get a chance to speak, as Clarke yelled, "Bellamy!" Both of us turned our eyes on the blonde as she stood more than a few feet away from us. "Guys, down here! I found it!" She was up on a slight hill with dead trees surrounding her. Any sort of life form had died where she now stood. Even the soil was a sickening black.

I didn't waste another second, as I jogged over to Clarke. I pretended to ignore the hand that Bellamy reached out with to grab me. I threw a glance back to find the boy standing with his shoulders slumped slightly. There was something off about him today. I could sense it ever since the dropship. It was like he was sad -- but for what reason?

I felt a small twinge in my back and let out a small grunt as I reached Clarke. "Take it easy, okay? You should be back at camp, recovering." The girl glanced over my shoulder at Bellamy, urging the boy to hurry up as she slid down the small hill and landed on top of a concrete latch.

"Sorry, Mum." I responded, teasingly.

Bellamy brushed past, lightly. I followed his figure as he helped Clarke lift up the latch that had been rusted over with hundreds and hundreds of moons of rain, shine, snow, and floods. The latch screeched open. Dust particles and other nasty, old smells made their way through the air.

"Any idea what's down there?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

"Why, you scared?" Bellamy said. "You can hold onto my hand if you'd like--"

"B, you better shut your mouth before I come over there, throw you down the hole and lock you inside." I said, before walking ahead of the two Sky Kids and descended down into the darkness.

AUTHORS NOTE:
chapter seven -- edited.