Bellamy? Bellamy wake up! He heard his name being called but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes? His lids were too heavy and his mind was too fuzzy. What had happened? Bellamy tried to put the pieces together. The dropship, the grounders, Clarke. She closed the door and he remembered thinking how this was how he was going to die. The last thing he remembered was the weight of the grounder pressing against his chest, blocking his airways and making it impossible to breath. He remembered the burning in his lung and everything going black. So how was he still alive?
With every ounce of strength, he had he opened his eyes. At first he let his eyes focus, and then everything became clear. It was cold, his whole body hurt, and he smelt burnt flesh. Great, he thought, I'm in HELL.
"You wish." Bellamy turned to the voice with a fright. He hadn't realized he said anything out loud until Finn answered. Finn had cuts and scrapes and it looked like half his body had burns.
"What happened? How did we escape?" Bellamy's voice was raspy, but it was the best he could do. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting positon and let his head stop spinning as he tried to focus on his friend.
"No help thanks to your unconscious ass. Everyone was inside the ship and Clarke closed the doors, it was her only choice. I saw you right before the grounder tackled you. You had already passed out by the time I got him off of you. The rocket fuel exploded and I did the best I could to pull me and you away from the explosion. As you can see, I didn't do too well. We are in the tunnels near the drop ship. I don't know how long I was out for, but you've been out for half a day I'd say." Finn was scared, Bellamy could tell. But, then again so was he.
He didn't know what to say. "Thank you." It was enough between the two boys. Finn knew Bellamy was grateful. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, each boy in deep thought.
"If the rocket fuel went off, and the 100 was inside the ship, why has no one came looking for us," Finn asked. Bellamy had thought about the same thing moments earlier, but it was too scary of a thought to say out loud.
"Best case scenario? They think we are dead. Worst case? They can't come look for us." Bellamy let the chills sink in as he thought about so many of his friends in danger once again. He thought of Clarke being in danger once again.
He heard Finn take a deep sigh next to him, "Afraid you would say that." Just as they began to think about where the rest of the 100 could be, they heard footsteps approaching. Finn reached for his gun. Bellamy, realizing he had dropped his gun when the grounder had attacked him, reached for his knife in his left boot. Whatever had happened to their friends was probably about to happen to them.