Everything that had just happened back at the camp was all a blur to Bellamy. He remembered Clarke yelling for him to run, concern in her eyes for his safety. He also remembered Finn coming to help him when Tristan came at him to kill him. He was still sore from the blows he took from that. Then the rest is fragmented, because it happened so fast. He felt a hand pull him up from the ground and push him forward, making him run, then a voice saying to use a tunnel to get out of the camp. The next thing he remembers is standing on the other side of the wall, and then having Finn's hand clamped around his wrist pulling him forward farther and farther away from camp. At this point Bellamy snapped out of his daze and was finally fully aware again. He looked at Finn, then back at the direction of camp.

"Why did you save me?" Bellamy was curious. "You hate me, more than anyone." Finn just stared at Bellamy, taking in the whole of his condition. He was wide eyed, and looked like he was dragged through hell, and in many ways Finn thought, he had.

"Clarke, she needs you. As much as I wish it were me she needed to help run things, it's not it's you. I love her, Bellamy. I would do anything for her, and that includes saving you." Finn sighed.

"You should have left me, she would have had no one else to turn to if you did. You'd replace me minutes after I died." Bellamy really didn't like Finn, he was resourceful and good to have around, but it didn't change the fact he would have rather not been saved for some sick romance Finn wanted with Clarke. He pushed his way past Finn and started back towards camp. "Aren't you coming?" He shouted back to Finn.

"Bellamy, you got seriously hurt, you should rest a while before going back to camp." Finn shouted back.

"Last time I checked, Clarke was the resident Doctor, not you. I'll rest when we get back to camp!" Even though the words were said with venom, Clarke's name tasted sweet on Bellamy's lips. And he kept moving forward back towards camp, back towards Clarke, with Finn following close behind. Bellamy hadn't realized how far Finn had taken them away from camp, until about half an hour in to walking back and he still couldn't see it. "How far did you take me out?" Bellamy shouted back to Finn.

"I wanted to make sure we were clear from any surviving Grounders, or Reapers. Plus who knows how far the flames would have gone."

"I'm fairly sure they would not get this far out, how far are we from getting back?" Bellamy bellowed.

"15 minutes, 20 tops. We were running last time you know. When I was saving your ungrateful ass." Finn's voice was on edge, Bellamy noticed he had that effect on him, and he relished in it for a moment.

Once they finally got back to camp, Bellamy knew something was off before he went through the tunnel. When he emerged from the other side he found the camp empty, the drop ship was open, but no one was there. Panic spread through his body. "Clarke!" He yelled. "Clarke!" The name no longer sweet on his lips, instead all he could taste was metal. Then he saw it, out of the corner of his eye. Movement. He moved faster than he ever moved before towards the object on the other side of the camp. Hoping, praying it was Clarke. To his utmost despair, it was not. It was Anya. The leader of the Grounders. He could feel his eyes watering, and he shook it off with knowing he was more help to Clarke if she was in danger not losing it and becoming an emotional mess.

Finn had caught up to Bellamy and was now behind him. "Is that Anya?" He asked dumbfounded. Bellamy nodded and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, and she will probably know where Clarke and the others are. So we should make sure she's okay. " Bellamy's voice lacked emotion with the efforts of trying suppress them.

Anya seemed to be okay; she had just passed out or something. She must have jumped into the drop ship to survive the ring of fire Raven set up. Everyone outside during the time were now just bones on the ground. Anya slowly came to, and looked shocked to see them. "Where is everyone?" Bellamy asked, his voice still emotionless. Finn was hovering behind Bellamy pacing. Anya took in her surroundings, and seemed a little confused.

"They didn't take me…" she said.

"Take you?" Finn butted in, "Who didn't take you, Anya?" Anya looked at Bellamy, then to Finn, then back to Bellamy.

"They came with their orange smoke." She said. "The one that makes you sleep."

"Who?" Bellamy demanded.

Anya took a deep breath, and with it said, "The Mountain Men."