It all happened in a heartbeat. So fast that Clarke couldn't even believed what happened. One second, she was running, Madi right by her side, and the other second the young girl was screaming and a man was holding her, a gun on her temple.

Clarke had her own gun aimed at the guard. Her gaze shifted between him and Madi, who was shaking. Clarke was calculating, weighing her options, wondering where to shoot so the bullet wouldn't hit Madi. No places seemed right. She had a flashback of when this situation happened with Lincoln, so many years ago. This time, things were quite different though. She couldn't hurt Madi and the man knew it. He knew he had her. She then heard footsteps behind her and just like that, she didn't really have any options anymore.

"Lower your gun, now," said a woman.
"Let her go," Clarke snapped back.
"We won't do any harm to her if you give us the gun right now."

Clarke hesitated. What would they do if they had their gun? She then clearly wouldn't have any chance to save Madi and herself. But the guard holds on Madi a bit tighter and she seemed to be afraid. Without a second thought, ignoring the voices shouting in her head that this was stupid, Clarke puts the gun on the ground and tossed it to the man who finally let Madi go and pushed her in Clarke's arms.

"Madi, are you okay?" she asked, looking down at her. Madi was shaking and a single tear fell from her eye, but otherwise, she was alright.

The man took the gun and handed it to another man who came out from behind a tree. Clarke finally realized how many of them were there. She could see about ten guns aimed toward them and she guessed that there were more of them, hiding. Waiting for a signal.

The woman who had spoken got into view and Clarke got a better look at her. Black hairs, dark eyes, tan and tall. She was much older than Clarke, in her fifties, and had that look on her face that Clarke didn't like. A look that seemed to say; "Ah! Gotcha!"

"Get on the ground," she said, voice firm.
"Clarke -," Madi started but didn't finish when she saw Clarke reluctantly bending and staying on her knees, hands in the air.
"Do what they say, please," Clarke whispered. They didn't have a choice. They had guns and were outnumbered. And Clarke would do anything to make sure Madi was safe, even when she wanted to fight. If she had to do every single thing they asked her to do to keep her safe, she would. Without any doubts, any hesitation. She would die before letting them do something to her.

Madi seemed unsure, but finally did the same. They really couldn't do anything else. Two men – one blond and one with brown hair – came and forces them completely on the ground, their faces pressed against the hard and dirty ground. Madi pushed a sound when the brunette who was tying her wrists tied them too tight and Clarke started twisting under the weight of Blondie and shouting.

"Hey, leave her alone! Don't hurt her, you asshole!"
"Shut up," said the blond one in Clarke's ear. She didn't love how he was touching her, his hands resting a bit longer than what was needed, kinda feeling her up. Clarke moved against him, trying to make him go away. He laughs, but thankfully didn't try anything else. Fortunately, the other one was not doing it to Madi or God knows what Clarke would have done.

The men pulled them up on their feet, their hands tied in their back and dirt on their faces. Clarke looked at the woman with pure hate in the eyes as she came close to them, eyeing the girls.

"Hmm... If you only knew how long we've been looking out for you," she then turned to the first guard, "Let's bring them to Gellert. We've got the newcomers to take care of, too."

The newcomers. Bellamy!

Clarke's heart was racing. She knew it was Bellamy. It had to be! She saw their ship coming down and this time she was a hundred percent sure it was them.
Like, c'mon, how many other ships could come down now anyway? What was the chance that it was someone she didn't know, again?

But if they were here and the Miners got them… Did they even know who they were dealing with? They had to be careful. Clarke knew that the Miners were looking for her, but would they look for Bellamy, too, once they realized he was the one she was talking to for years? What would they do with this information?

Did she put him in danger all those years without even knowing it?

The guards pushed the girls to make them walk. Clarke wanted to talk to Madi, tell her how sorry she was and how everything was going to be fine, even if she didn't believe it herself. But with them so close…

"It's going to be alright," she finally said in Trigedasleng, which earned her a shot in the ribs with a gun by some guard who was walking next to her.
"No talking in that filthy language, whatever that was, you freaking sava –"
"Enough, Abou. Just walk," said the woman from earlier, who was now walking side by side with a man who look strikingly similar to her.
"Maria, what is he -," started the man, but was cut off by the woman, Maria, who threw a meaningful look toward the girls.
"Later, Maxim."

Madi looked at Clarke, who was trying to catch her breath again. She made a small head movement at the girl who seemed to be wondering if she was alright.

"We're screwed." Clarke thought.

The gang was waiting for something to happen. They have been sent in a room where they could change and where there was a lot of food and water, but nothing else to do. Eban was slowly falling asleep in Murphy's arms and the others were looking at the buffet, picking up almost everything.

"God, it's even better than before, isn't?" Harper said, cheerfully.

Bellamy, however, couldn't eat. He knew something was wrong. He had tried to open the door, but it was locked and he didn't like it. Being confined in this place, not knowing if his sister's alright…

No, they had to get out of there. Something wasn't right. He could feel it in his bone. His heart and his head were telling him to get the hell out of this place.

"Bellamy, relax," Echo sighed and Bellamy was surprised to hear her talk directly to him, "We are on the ground, they're giving us all those things -"
"The Mountain Men did the same," Monty said, looking down at his plate in his hand with sudden disgust.

This made everyone lose the feeling of insouciance they had had. Were they in another deadly trap?

"It's been, what, an hour?" Raven said, "They should come to us soon."
"And bring us to their chef, like that girl, Maria, said," Harper said, "I guess we will know what they want then."
"She also said something about coming from space, too, right? How could this even be possible?" Emory asked.
"Not like some others…" Monty muttered, remembering the sentence.
"What?" Bellamy asked.
"When we were walking," Monty explained, "Maria said that they were coming from space and that guard said; 'Not like some others'."

They all stayed silent a moment, until Murphy broke the silence; "Well, I guess the mouse's out of his hole."

"What kind of expression is that?"
"You mean the bunker?" Raven asked.
"Of course, what else," Murphy said, ignoring Monty's question.
"They talked about having surrounded some people," Bellamy said, "If they're out of the bunker and that's who those guys are talking about, we got a problem."
"Let's talk to that Gellert first, whoever that is. I'm sure we can explain all of this then," Harper reasoned.

A cacophony then explodes outside of their room. They couldn't really figure out what was going on, but they could hear that they seemed to be excited.

After a few minutes where they tried to guess what was happening, the door finally burst open and Maria came in, a smile on her lips, following by a guard who had to be her brother. They both looked so much alike, though he seemed a bit younger.

"Alright, sorry for the wait. Follow me, we're bringing you to Gellert's and then to your rooms."
"Our rooms?" Bellamy repeated.
"Of course. We are not savages. You are our guests," said the man.
"Alright, let's go," Maria gestured to them to move behind her and her brother followed from the end.

Outside, people were looking at them with curiosity in their eyes. Two little boys and three little girls came running in-between them, chasing each other and laughing. They seemed to be careless, happy. Exactly how kids should be on Earth. Emory and Murphy exchange a look, glad to know that their son could be like that, too.

"Wait, is there a toilet somewhere?" Echo, who was the last one in the row, asked the man.
"Maxim, bring her to the washrooms," Maria said when everyone stopped walking, "Does anyone else need to go?"
"I'll go with her," Harper said.
"Fine, we will be waiting for you at Gellert's."

Maria started walking and the others – except Maxim, Harper and Echo – followed, even though they hesitate, not quite certain that it was a good idea to split. Maxim leads the girls in the camp to a small building with a "WOMEN" writing on the wood.

"I'll wait for you here."

Inside, there were three toilets and two showers. Two women were washing themselves and their kids, and two of the toilets seemed to be occupied.

"You go first," Harper suggested and Echo didn't need to be told a second time. Once she was done, she told Harper she would wait for her outside and go to stand beside Maxim, who was looking around, perfectly relaxed.

"Thank you," she said, "For all the things your people have given us."
"It's our pleasure," he answered and smile at , as he was about the add something else, he tensed and looked like he was ready to fight at any second. Echo follows his gaze and froze when she saw her.

She first saw a little girl, no more than twelve, who was getting dragged into the mud, unconscious. They were passing by her, in the opposite direction of where Maria had led the others. Echo was wondering where they could possibly be taking her. She didn't know her, but she was wearing what seemed to be grounders clothes. Was she from the bunker? She didn't know all of them back then, so it was possible, right?

Behind her, two men were trying to fight back against a blonde girl. They look exhausted, ready to kill her. The girl was fighting, hard. Punching them, kicking them and biting them. They had the upper hand, of course, but she still put on quite a good fight for someone a head smaller than them. She was screaming someone's name, probably the girl's. Then, Echo and her locked eyes and time seemed to freeze. She stopped fighting and the guards finally got a better hold on her. Clarke's lips spelled Echo's name, but no sound came out.

A third guard came and before anyone could react, he punched Clarke right in the face. She falls slowly to the ground, being loosely held by the other guards who were now able to drag her, too. As she was passing near her, unconscious, Echo got a better look at her. She seemed tired, had a scratch on her face and her hair was shorter, but it was her, no hesitation.

Clarke Griffin was alive. Holy hell. She survived Praimfaya. How was that possible? The others would be so surprised and ecstatic. Bellamy would be…

Bellamy.

"You're alright? You look a bit white," Maxim said to Echo once Clarke was out of sight, as Harper was coming to them, completely unaware of what just happened.
"Yeah, I'm… I'm fine…" Echo replied in a hush's voice.

They walked to the others. They were in a bigger building, probably the biggest, and were sitting on some wooden chairs, waiting for Gellert to show up. The room was quite big, but empty, with only a few chairs and a table at the center.

"Took you long enough," Maria teased her brother.
"He's still not here?" he replied.
"Must have been waiting for them to be all here. Sit, girls."

Harper sat on the chair near Monty and Echo got the one near Bellamy, who was talking to Raven. They both turned to look at her, their eyes filled with concern.

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Bellamy said.
"Something happened outside?" Raven asked and look at Maxim with angry eyes.

Echo didn't know what to say for a few seconds. She looked at Raven, then at Bellamy. She was so desperately in love with him. The way he would hold her at night and kiss her gently. The way he would listen to her. The way he had forgiven her for what she had done. The way he would never tell her how much he wished she was someone else, even though she knew it. The way she just knew they could be so good for each other, so happy. The way he was looking at her right now, as if he was ready to fight to protect her... It was something she didn't need, obviously, but that he would do it anyway made her feel so good inside. She had been sad when he didn't say that he loved her, too. But she was way past this now. She knew she could do it. She loved him with all of her heart and she wanted him to be happy. With her.

In a split second, she had made her decision.

"No, I'm fine, just tired. Nothing happened," she said, a small smile playing on her lips, "Nothing at all."