You have to know that English is not my birth language. I have to practise them three years now. I only practise them when I am watching The 100 (I can't wait for the subtitles) or other shows. So I am sorry for any mistakes you will see in this story! Thank you for reading!

This is war. You can feel it in your bones. The only thing you can hear is screams, soldiers and gunshots. You can't tell if it's morning or night because you can't see the sun or the moon in the sky. You can only see fog. You may even feel the floor under your feet shacking, knowing that another bomb hit the ground. This is war.

Clarke was behind a sofa at the living room, her hands over her head to protect it if the ceiling collapses. She is shacking and her legs are touching her chest. Her eyes are closed, trying not to see or hear anything that happens near her but of course this is impossible.

She is whispering I'm not afraid, everything will be fine, I'm not afraid, everything will be fine.

And then the door opens and hit the wall. Clarke freeze. She stops whispering. She stops breathing. Soldiers, she thinks. She can hear someone walking through the broken floor, wooden planks and glasses broke in every step. He is coming towards me, he is going to find me, she thinks.

She can hear the footsteps coming, he is in the corner, he will see me, he will take me, the fair build up inside her and when she sees two shoes in front of her she raise her hands in front of her face to avoid the punch she is waiting to feel. But nothing happened.

"Clarke?" the man whispered. Clarke let her hands down and raised her head up to see who he was.

"Bellamy!" she said and jumped to jug the man in front of her. He jugged her back. In fact, she was not hugging him, she was hanging from his neck and he just lifted her from the floor for not both of them fall down.

"I thought it was another soldier and he was going to find me and-"

"Shhh, I am here now," he comfort her, "everything will be fine".

They stayed like that for a moment when Bellamy let her touch the floor again. Clarke scans Bellamy for a moment only to find some scares in his cheek and another one, a big one, in his shoulder. His shirts was bloody, his face too. Clarke had only one small scare in her right hand but she was so scared that she didn't feel any pain.

"You are hurt," she stars, "let me take ca-"

"We don't have time for this Clarke. Are you alright?"

"Yes." she said and looks instantly at her right hand.

"Does it hurt?" he asked when he took her hand to his.

"No, I'm fine." she said but he didn't believed her. "Where are you going?" she asked when Bellamy left her behind and went towards the kitchen. "Wait here! Don't move." he orders and disappeared behind a wall. "Bell?" Clarke was scared again. She was always scared when she wasn't near Bellamy. After a moment he was back, holding a towel in his hands.

"So now we have time for that?" she joked.

"Shut up, princess!" he smiled and circled her right hand with the towel. "Better?"

"Yes," she smiled, "thank you."

"You don't have to," he whispered, "now let's go, Octavia is waiting for us." he said, placed a hand in her back and both start walking towards the exit door. When both of them were out of the house, both of them put their free hand in front of their mouth and nose. "Are you ready?" he asked Clarke. "As long as we stay together" she answered.

So, what do you think? I know this is a small chapter but If you liked it and want to read more please leave a review. If I see that people want more of it, I will write the next chapter. Thank you anyway! :D