"The coordinates I just sent lead to a bunker, only a couple hours away from you're current location. It might be intact, and could be used as shelter during the winter. If not, there is likely supplies there as well, so the trip will not be for nothing." Jaha explains this to Clarke a couple mornings after everything that happened with Raven, and Clarke nods along with his words. This had been the first time that she had agreed to talk with the Ark on here.

"Okay, I'll go today. I should probably head out now if I want to make it back tonight." Clarke replies, itching to draw their conversation to a close.

"Wait, Clarke, let me get Abby-" And that's exactly why.

"No, I don't want to speak with her right now." Clarke interrupts sternly, trying not to let too much emotion show through.

"Clarke, you can't-"

"Frankly, Chancellor, it's none of your business whether or not I speak with my mother. Now, I'll go get someone who actually wants to talk to their parents." She says, her tone harsh. She can't find it in herself to care, though. It's not like it wasn't harsh of Jaha to kill her father.

Before the man can get another word in, Clarke's gone.

Once she leaves the tent, she makes her way to the dropship, glancing around the camp in search the whole time. When she enters the ship, she sees him.

He's looking at Octavia, who is sitting in a seat on the floor, keeping her eyes anywhere but on her brother. Clarke can feel her anger from across the room.

"Bellamy," She calls, and at first he doesn't respond, but after a couple of seconds he turns to her.

"The Ark found a supply depot not far from here, I'm gonna go check it out and I could use backup. You in?" Clarke doesn't know how long she's been able to speak with Bellamy comfortably, but it feels like she's known him for years.

He meets her eyes, his gaze almost calculating, and when he glances at his sister, it almost seems as if he comes to a decision. His eyes harden as they find their way back to Clarke's.

"I'll get my stuff, meet you in ten." He says, and Clarke nods before exiting the ship. Something about the interaction concerns her, but she chooses not to worry about it now. She needs to stay focused on the task ahead. She doesn't hear the tail end of his conversation - actually, probably argument - with Octavia.

A couple minutes later, she sees him piling rations into a bag. She frowned as she approached him.

"You do realize this is a day trip, right?" She asks, and he practically jumps when she announces herself, quickly playing it off by clearing his throat.

"A lot can happen in a day." Was all he said before turning on his heel and walking towards the gates.

Clarke tried to ignore her worry at his words, and stared at his back in thought for a couple of moments before following him.

...

The walk through the woods is quiet, and Clarke really can't say it's quieter than usual because she doesn't usually do this, but the silence is tense. Her nerves are so high strung and she knows it's not entirely her feelings. Bellamy's nervous about something.

"Hey, we're almost there," Clarke says as they approach a ridge, and it really doesn't feel like they've been walking as long as they have. Bellamy only grunts in response. Clarke tries not to frown. Something's off with him.

Once they get to the top of the hill, she looks down at the area where the bunker should be.

"Jaha said it was somewhere around here, just look for a door or a latch or something like that," She says, and Bellamy nods before beginning his search. Clarke ignores her concerns about his behavior and starts looking as well.

After looking around for a couple minutes, Clarke finds a bent piece of metal sticking up from the dirt. She quickly works on brushing away the leaves and dirt around it and finds a hatch door.

"Hey, Bellamy! I think I found it!" She calls out, and only a moment later, Bellamy's there, kneeling on the ground next to her.

He grabs onto the latch and tries to pull it open, but it's no use.

"It's rusted shut," He says, and it's the first thing he's said in hours.

"Stand back," Clarke does so and he pulls out a makeshift hatchet before using it to pry open the door. When he finally pulls it open, Clarke can almost feel a rush of cold, damp air exit it. She suppresses a shiver as she peers inside.

It was dark inside the bunker, and all that Clarke could make out from here is a set of stairs leading down into the earth.

As Bellamy makes a move to step down there, Clarke's hand flies out to his arm to stop him, almost subconsciously. He flinches at her touch.

"Bellamy," She says quietly, and he only let their eyes meet for a moment, before he clenches his jaw and looks away.

"You can talk to me about anything, you know." Her words were gentle and she hoped they were at least somewhat soothing. She needed to know what was going on with Bellamy. She needed him to want to tell her.

Bellamy inhaled, and for a moment he looked as though he might actually say something, but suddenly his expression hardened and he shrugged her hand off him, making his way down the stairs.

"We don't have time for this, Clarke."

The words felt like a punch in the gut. Bellamy hadn't been this cold to her in a while, and she can't say that she missed it. At all.

However, as strange as he was being, she knew that he was right, to some extent. If they wanted to get back before dark then they were going to have to hurry. So she grit her teeth and followed him into the bunker.

All hope of them living down there flew out the window. There was water dripping from the ceiling, and there was a freezing cold draft coming from inside the shelter somewhere. Not to mention the skeletons on the stairs.

"Hell of a place to die," Bellamy mentioned as Clarke tore her eyes away from the body.

"So much for living down here, this place is disgusting," Clarke voiced her thoughts, growing somewhat exasperated.

"Anything left down here is ruined." Bellamy said. Clarke nodded in agreement, narrowly dodging a stream of water flowing from the roof.

They both began opening boxes, looking for supplies. Clarke watches as Bellamy cracked some glow sticks before opening a crate.

"Hey! I found blankets!" Clarke said, trying to sound more positive then she felt.

"You excited about a couple of blankets?" Bellamy questioned, his voice growing agitated as he opened more crates, coming up empty.

"Well, it's something." Clarke offered, apparently setting Bellamy off.

"Well how about a canteen or a med-kit? Or a decent tent?" He replied, annoyance clear in his tone. He slammed a crate closed, making his way to another corner of the bunker.

He tapped the top of a metal barrel with his hand a couple times, and Clarke watched him closely. She can see why he's frustrated, but it seemed a little extreme to be as upset as he is over this. So what was it really that he was so worked up about?

He opened the barrel and shone the flashlight inside, reaching his hand in the scoop out what looked like dirty water. His face fell and Clarke opened her mouth to say something, to ask him what was wrong, to ask him to please just talk to her, but he interrupted her before she could.

"Ugh!" He growled, stepping back and kicking the barrel over. Clarke tried not to jump at the crash. She felt her brows furrow and she stared at him, but he didn't even glance her way. Instead, he was staring curiously at something that had come out of the barrel. Clarke couldn't see exactly what he was looking at, but his eyes lit up and he bent down to examine whatever it was closer.

"Oh my god," He said, clearly pleased with his discovery.

"What?" She walked over quickly and finally saw what he was looking at. Her eyes widened at the sight.

Bellamy was wearing a huge grin as he held something up to her. It was a huge gun, way bigger than anything they'd had on the Ark. Dread was nagging at Clarke at the sight, but at the same time, whether it was Bellamy's feelings or her own, she couldn't help the feeling of relief coursing through her. A small smile found its way onto her face as well.

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this is so short and honestly i really dont like it but ive been working on it for over a week and its not getting any better in my opinion, plus you guys are waiting for this update which i said would come a long time ago so here it is (im hoping posting it and starting the new chapter will help me with my current writers block)

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