A/N: So a lovely friend of mine asked me to do a Bellarke Zombie Apocalypse one rather than the other two I had suggest in my YouTube fanfic of Soul and Maka. This is my first Bellarke fic but I have at least four AU's in the working for these two. I miss them so much and cant wait till the third season, anyway, hope you enjoy! Reviews are appreciated and I really want to know what you think of this fic so please leave it in the reviews. Enjoy! -Phantom4747
Being stuck in a zombie apocalypse sucked.
Being stuck with your next door neighbor who got your dad killed while in the zombie apocalypse sucked a little bit more.
Being stuck in the zombie apocalypse with the girl who was also dating your boyfriend sucked a lot.
Being the one who killed your boyfriend not even in the first week of the zombie apocalypse really sucked.
The gust of hot, sticky, humid air made her drench with sweat; she could feel the sweat drip from off her chin onto her chest and the sun beating down on her with such ferocious intensity didn't really help her problem. She knew she was covered in blood, she was still wearing the clothes she had on when she held her dad as he dripped blood all over the kitchen floor. Not to mention the blood that's from seven other people, including her boyfriend.
She didn't want to say the world was ending, it wasn't. Humans were.
Everything would be fine though, once she would reach the CDC, everything - this huge mess - would be fixed.
Her mother has probably already came up with a cure and is working on how to spread the word right this minute...yeah.
"Clarke?" Wells asks, grabbing her shoulder to turn her towards him. "Look, I just wanted to say-"
"Why are you still following me? I told you to get lost."
"We have to stick together if we want to survive. I know we aren't exactly your favorite people but this is who you got. We need to stay together, we'll go to the CDC and this whole problem will be resolved. All of us need to go."
"I'll go a different route to the CDC, if you want you can stay on this one. Either way, I want you at least fifty yards away from me."
"I second that, we should all just split up and go our separate ways to the CDC. Us staying together is a bad idea, we're gonna tear into each other before those walkers even have the chance to." Raven says, giving her usual scowl to Wells.
"We'll die if we travel alone." Wells tries to reason.
"You mean you'll die. I can live just fine without your yammering."
"I'll be fine too. If anyone is gonna survive the zombie apocalypse it sure as hell is gonna be me." Raven says, folding her arms across her chest.
A scream makes them all stop, looking over to the right direction where they were heading only to see a massive crowd of those "zombies." Clarke's eyes widen at all the pale creatures, running with their limbs flying at a disarray as they chase the two boys who are caring a girl. She can hear Wells curse from beside her, obviously in just as much shock as she was.
Although she didn't know what was shocking her the most. The fact that there was at least 40 of those monsters running full speed at them or the fact that their was people alive. "We have to help them." Clarke finalizes, waving her hand for them to come and they run towards them.
Wells grabbing the girl the two boys were trying to carry but they were just as injured as the passed out brunette girl they were carrying. "Follow me!" One of the men screams, Raven grabbing his arm and throwing it over her shoulder to help him walk. Clarke grabs the other; throwing his arm around her shoulder as they run forward, following the man that keeps telling them they have a sanctuary and to hurry and keep that girl alive otherwise the whole fuckin' planet is going to blow up.
Clarke looks up to where the man is taking her but all she can see other than the pink hued sky is the prison in the background; standing tall and making the beautiful colors in the sky really pop out by it's scary, dull appearance.
The man opens the two front gates from the jail, slamming it closed behind them until they are at the very front doors of the prison and sighing in relief when the monsters bang at the gates erratically, wanting to get in and rip them to shreds. He's lying on the floor for a minute before he looks up at them and curses at himself. "Bellamy is gonna beat the shit out of us."
Clarke can't help but think how he resembles something of a bird and a snake with his big nose and slit eyeballs. The man that Clarke is carrying groans with the man, letting himself fall on the ground. "I'm Miller, the one who looks like he's crying is Murphy and the passed out girl is Octavia." He introduces.
"I'm Wells Jaha, this is Raven Reyes and this-"
"I'm Clarke Griffin, it's a pleasure..." She says, giving them a nod and turns over to the girl. "What happened?"
"She was running and twisted her ankle, hitting her head in the process." Miller explains. Clarke runs her hand over the cut on Octavia's forehead, she can tell from just the little bit of blood seeping through it that it'll have a bump on it but didn't hit herself hard enough for stitches. As for her leg-
"What the hell happened?!" Her whole body shakes from the rumble. She whips around, seeing the front doors of the prison fly open and in comes a man running with an AK-47 strapped on his back and a tight blur shirt with a leather jacket on top along with some black cargo pants. He dismisses her, pushing her aside without a thought and Clarke studies his face with absorption. His features are sharp and dark but when he sees the girl called Octavia all of that melts.
His once black eyes turn to chocolate, his flare of curls turn into a mop and his tense muscles go slack. He takes her face in his hands and kisses Octavia's forehead before snatching her up from Wells. His glare turns over to Murphy and Miller. "Did I not make myself clear when I told you that I'd have your head on a fuckin' spike-"
"It was her fault!" Murphy interjects. "She was trying to run away from us!"
"She must have been running away from you because you were being a bunch of assfucks!" He shoots his glare over to them, eyes squinting at them in accusation. "And what the fuck did I tell you about bringing newbies?"
"They were helping us," Miller leads on, now fully standing up because he's probably afraid the man might kick him.
"You must be Bellamy the man that is gonna kill them and blow up the planet? Octavia is gonna be fine, she'll have a bump on her head for two days or so but she won't need stitches or anything. I never got the chance to see if her ankle was okay, according to your men they told me she twisted it while running?" Clarke says it questionably, not wanting to quote their words.
"How do you know this?" He asks.
"I was an intern at a hospital and my mom is a doctor and works at the CDC, dad's a scientist. This stuff is pretty easy, not rocket science like my dad does or anything." Clarke admits, giving a shrug and a faint smile.
He looks impressed for a second, scanning her over before he says, "Take her inside." Bellamy demands and just like that, the two boys are on their feet, grabbing her by her arms as they lead her in the prisoner. "Kill the guy and the other girl." He demands and his soft features turn dark once again, he says it with no remorse, like it's just a usual business day and it makes a shiver run down her spine.
"Don't kill them!" Clarke says, shoving Miller and Murphy off of her and about to walk back only for them to clasp onto her again but she's already gave him a hard shove on the chest which gathers his attention. "What the hell? You cant just kill people! They aren't even infected!"
He sighs, looking down at Octavia like she'll give him some sort of answer. "Murphy grab the guy, Miller grab the girl, I got the little princess. Throw both of them in the cells, away from our people and make sure to give them separate cells so they don't plan anything. I'll decide whether or not to kill them once I get this annoying heat off me and my sister healed."
"Fuck you man!" Raven growls, trying to shove Miller off of her. "We saved their lives! This is how you repay us?!"
"Y'know what? That ones giving me a headache just kill her." Bellamy says, waving his hand absently for Miller to hurry up with it and Clarke shoves his chest, making him look down at her.
"If you kill her, I will not help with Octavia. Now, this is how it's gonna happen - you're gonna treat them hospitably because this is your home and we are the guests, we will be treating this house with our utmost respect being that it's not ours and we'll discuss further plans and arrangements later. All of us. Meaning if I don't see those two alive and unhurt I will kill you with this machete hanging off my thigh. Do I make myself clear?"
Bellamy's lips pinch together, trying to fight the urge to unravel into a smile but instead it just shows off into a smirk.
"Brave princess."
He waits patiently beside her as Clarke wraps up Octavia's ankle attentively. He had separated her, Raven and Wells, sending her into the infirmary and Raven and Wells into the cell saying no harm would come to them and gave Miller and Murphy a look that made them repeat his words. She wraps her ankle earnestly, trying not to twist it in anyway so it'll heal faster and once she's done, tucking the fold of the bandage into the other, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to worry, a twisted ankle is nothing. Just make sure she's off of it for a week."
He sighs, sitting at the end of the infirmary bed as he squeezes Octavia's hand. "I'm Clarke Griffin by the way." She holds out her hand for him to shake it but he just looks up at her and raises his eyebrow like he's never seen such a thing.
"Bellamy Blake." He responds absently, still staring down at the girl that she realized is his sister, that's what Miller said to her anyway. She never had a sibling, always wished to have someone be there with her; have someone have the same blood as her and have someone to just love them unconditionally. It's when Octavia's lips part and she makes a small snoring sound does he sit up, adjusting the AK-47 on his back. "The other two you were with, who were they?"
"Wells Jaha and Raven Reye's, their my...well Wells is my childhood friend that I hate because well, I don't want to get into that and Raven is my mortal nemesis because she stole my boyfriend. Well I guess technically I did being that they were dating each other longer but he didn't tell me that. So...I don't really know what they are to me."
Bellamy smirks at that, raising an eyebrow and she can tell he's just saying: Your having a pretty rough day huh?
He grabs a quilt from one of the cabinets, fluttering it out and laying it over Octavia's body. "Sorry 'bout that and I'm really sorry about what I'm gonna do. Monroe and Fox get in here." The two girls open the door and Clarke's surprised she hadn't even heard them. "Strip her." He orders.
"Excuse me?" Clarke gawks, stepping back from the two girls that are coming up to her.
"Relax, it's just to check for bites. I even ordered two girls to strip you, should thank me really. I'm usually not as kind."
"Fuck you." She spits out.
"Ooo princess such foul language."
As the two girls walk over to her, already grabbing her by her wrists Clarke shoves them off. "If I was bit you know damn well that I would have turned already. The bite only takes moments before it takes effect, even if it didn't start yet I would be deathly pale and have a fever - as you can see I don't have any of those symptoms. If your worried about a weapon I could be hiding, well I'm sorry but even if I didn't have a weapon I would still strangle you if I wanted to. Obviously, I just saved your friend here - I don't want to kill you. So these clothes are gonna stay attached on my body if you want to keep these two girls along with your hands."
He walks up to her, hovering down on her and grabs her shirt only for her to grab his wrist. "How do you know that much already?"
She shoves him causing him to take a step back before she turns to the two girls. "I just do. When this patient wakes up you should give her some water, she'll be very thirsty. As for you," she looks at Bellamy. "how many survivors are there?"
"Counting you, Raven and Wells, a hundred." He confirms, nodding for her to follow along. They go through what would be security hallways, his boots hitting the metal floor and making it echo across the walls. He walks up to the door that leads to a cell block and stops. "Just a warning princess? These are all juvenile delinquents so the view of 'survivors' are probably not what you're hoping for."
He opens the door before she can say anything and right when she does she can hear people screaming, a few girls moaning loud in the distance and she sees two men kicking on a guy on the floor. "Stop that! You'll kill him!" She screams making the two guys stop from kicking and bat their eyes at her.
They look like they hadn't done anything bad and are actually surprised someone had called them out on it. Clarke studies the man on the floor, lifting up his shirt and nodding at herself. "You'll be fine, no broken ribs. Get out of here while you can." He gives an appreciated nod and scurries away before the two guys can run after him.
"Hey! We were only having a little fun!"
"If that was what you call fun I guess you wont mind it if I grab the dagger in my boot and shove it up your neck as I watch all the blood spill from your neck, huh? Will that be fun for you too?"
The two men are stuttering now, looking shamefully on the ground like their mother just found out they weren't sharing with other kids. Everything goes quiet when they see her, she raises her chin to them in pride before she turns over to Bellamy. "How could you just stand there watching idly by as they beat someone up?"
"Wasn't my problem." He shrugs.
"So I shouldn't have repaired sister? Should I have just watched as your two guys tried to carry her away from a hoard of zombies and just not tell you that her ankle was twisted?"
"That was your problem."
"How was it my problem?"
"Because I would have hunt you down if I found out."
She glares at him, raising her chin in defiance as he smirks down at her. Their are murmurs now, echoing off the walls as they ask questions of 'who would talk back to Bellamy like that' and 'who is she' and 'is she our new leader?' "What the hell are you gawking at?! Get back to your damn posts." He growls out causing them all to scurry off.
He looks back at her, she's staring at him just as he is to her and they both know what the other is thinking: I think I might need them. Bellamy knows she's a nurse, he needs someone like her to heal his soldiers and himself and Clarke knows she needs a roof over her head and someone to fight with her, who better than a ruthless dictator?
He nods for her to follow him, going into an office and he nods at Miller to close the door who has been guarding his office and Miller gives a firm nod and shuts his door. Bellamy sighs, leaning against the table and folds his arms. "I need a doctor."
"I need a house."
"I don't want your friends though. You can pick one to stay."
"No, that's not how its going to work." She puts her hands on her hips as she tells him her point. "You need a doctor, I need a protected base. You also need ammo, Raven can make bullets. Wells could be a very good and loyal guard. Your getting more than you even wanted, all I'm getting is a house. Which although is very useful I could most likely make or find my own. You need all three, I know your guards out there are diminishing every second with the walkers outside and that's why you need a doctor. So this is how it's gonna work, your gonna take all of us in and your gonna treat us like human beings. Not only us three, your whole camp."
"They are being treated like humans."
"No, they aren't. You don't let people beat a guy to death, that's treating them like savages."
"We do whatever the hell we want."
"Not here. I get that it's your rules cause it's your house but if you want us here to stay, to heal, to make and to guard? Your gonna have to treat everyone like people."
He sighs, pushing back his dark mop of curls and smirks at her. "I could just force all three of you to stay."
"No, because no matter how many times you hurt me, I wouldn't heal anyone for you. Raven wouldn't make your precious ammo and Wells...well, you could probably break him but he'd put up a decent fight."
He laughs, "I could just threaten to kill the other two if you didn't do as I asked."
"Then I'd 'accidently' poison whoever you wanted to keep alive. A life for a life."
He taps his foot against the metal floors before he gives a strangled sigh. "Fine."
She extends her hand to him so he can shake it and he smirks, taking her dainty hand into his calloused one. "I think this is a start of a good partnership."
"Really?" She says, "I think my mind just exploded from how dumb I'm being."
He laughs, she doesn't admit it but her stomach churns when he does and she thinks she hasn't just made a dumb decision, she thinks she's made a horribly wonderful decision. She hopes she doesn't look back on it.
A/N: So this was my first Bellarke fic, I asked if you guys wanted Harry Potter or Hunger Games but someone had messaged me saying they wanted me to do a zombie apocalypse one rather than the other two so here you go. I hope you enjoy it, to be honest I wasn't really sure as to how I was going to start it I made three other beginnings and read through them all before I finally settled on this one. I sort of did the next chapter but it isn't completely ready yet. Very sorry this is so short and doesn't contain as much romance as you probably want but stay tuned because I am going to put a lot of romance in the later chapters. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Sorry about this being late. Btw this fic might be going a little slow because in two days my break will be over and school will have started once again. Well, anyway reviews are appreciated and I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day! Phantom out! -Phantom4747