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Bellamy:

Bellamy thought about what Clarke had said while he tried to ignore the pounding in his head when out of nowhere he was slammed in the chest. The force of the impact took his breath away and for a minute he forgot about the throbbing pain in his head. For a brief second he met eyes with his attacker, his look of anger and hatred changed to surprise and he started choking. Bellamy took the opportunity to shove the boy off of him and jumped to his feet, ignoring the dizzy feeling he had. The boy lay convulsing on his back and blood started seeping out of his mouth. He continued to choke, gasping for breath as Bellamy looked around for Clarke. She was sitting several feet away holding a bloody knife in her hand. She was visibly shaking and her face was pale. Bellamy slowly walked over to her and took the blade out of her hands but she didn't seem to notice. He then went back to the boy and knelt down beside him, inserting the knife into his neck. A few seconds later the body became still and both his and Clarke's bracelets beeped to announce the death.

Bellamy wiped the bloody knife on the grass and went back over to Clarke. Her hands were still shaking so he knelt down and reached out, placing his hand over hers. "Clarke," he said, looking straight at her. "Thank you." Her blue eyes found his and she nodded. Bellamy stayed like this until her shock finally started wearing off and she pulled herself away. Bellamy watched as she tried to wipe the dried blood off her hands and then stood up.

"Your cut is bleeding again," she remarked. Bellamy reached up and touched his face, surprised to see that his hand came back red. "Here" she handed him another strip of cloth. "Are you still feeling dizzy?" She asked.

"A little but doing a lot better than earlier," he replied honestly.

"Good," she said. "We need to find water before nightfall." Bellamy agreed as he picked up a sharp piece of metal from the ground and showed it to Clarke.

"Thankfully he missed," Bellamy said, looking at the rusty weapon that the boy had tried to use when he attacked. He slipped it into his backpack as a reminder to be glad he was alive, even if it was for just a little longer.

Bellamy and Clarke started walking, he stopped every few minutes to carve an "O" into a tree in hopes that if Octavia were to walk by she would know which direction they were headed. Bellamy was feeling nauseous and lightheaded but he wasn't sure if it was because of his head or at the thought of hearing his bracelet beep and knowing his sister had died. He tried to push the thought down, picking up his pace to catch up with Clarke.

They walked for several hours, late into the night. They had passed a couple pods but luckily nobody was around them. 3 more deaths occurred that night, leaving 18 still alive somewhere in the woods. Eventually Clarke suggested that they stop and Bellamy felt relieved. He was very tired but didn't want to be the one to suggest they rest.

Bellamy sat close to Clarke, their arms nearly touching. He had been hesitant of her at first, thinking that she would try and kill him at any moment or that he should do that same to her. But she had saved his life twice now and that meant something to Bellamy. He would never admit it, but it was nice to have company in a strange place.

Bellamy felt Clarke nudge his arm and he turned his head to look at her. She handed him the bottle of water, which didn't have much left so he only took a couple sips. "You know I think I'm more excited to find water tomorrow not so we can drink it but so you can wash all that blood off your face. You look a little scary," she admitted.

Bellamy's face broke into a grin at this and they both laughed, harder than either of them expected. Clarke clutched at her side as her breathing slowed, a smile still on her face. "I didn't think I would ever laugh again," she said.

"Me either," Bellamy replied, shaking his head.

"I'll take first watch," Clarke said and Bellamy didn't argue. He grabbed his backpack to use as a pillow and before he even laid all the way down he fell into a deep sleep. His dreams were surprisingly peaceful. Somehow both he Octavia and Clarke had won the Hunger Games. Octavia was smiling at him, Clarke was laughing. Then he felt someone tapping his arm.

"Bellamy, wake up" he heard a voice repeat and finally he jerked awake, finding Clarke hunched over him. He quickly grabbed the knife that was by his head.

"What's wrong?" he asked loudly, suddenly alarmed, the peaceful dreams he had been having were long gone.

"Shhh, nothing. It's just your turn to keep watch."

"Right, ok," Bellamy sat up, glad that his head was feeling much clearer and not nearly as painful.

"Wake me up when it starts to get light out."

Bellamy got to his feet and walked around to make sure he stayed awake. He was surprised at how cold the air had turned since he fell asleep earlier so he zipped up his jacket and rubbed his hands together. He wasn't very used to being cold or hot because the ark always stayed at a constant temperature. The fact that his stomach was growling and his throat was dry also didn't help matters much.

Bellamy walked back over to Clarke to see if he could find where she put the water bottle and found her sound asleep but shivering. Bellamy thought it was almost cute the way she was curled up tightly in a ball, her arms tucked under her chin. He pulled the blanket out of his bag and draped it over her body and she immediately seemed to relax. At first he had wondered what he was ever going to do with a blanket but it looked like it would come in handy after all. He spent the rest of the night thinking about his sister and where she was right now and if she was ok. Maybe she had an ally, someone like Clarke watching out for her.

The sun started to rise but Bellamy didn't want to wake Clarke, she looked so peaceful and he hadn't heard any signs of movement so he let her sleep just a little longer. Besides, he was grateful for the time he had to look around. The pictures of earth in the books he had read didn't compare at all. Bellamy thought about how mysterious and amazing the sun was as it started to shine through the trees. He stood in a patch of sunlight and breathed in the fresh air that smelled almost sweet, it was intoxicating.

Bellamy figured that this moment wouldn't last long and he soon found out that he was right. High pitched screaming echoed through the trees. He looked around and realized that he had ventured farther away from Clarke than he had meant to. Cursing, he pulled the knife out of his pocket and began running in the direction of the screams.

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