"Bellamy!" Raven shouted. She ran out of the drop ship and met him and the three others at the gate. All four of the hunters looked around at the empty camp. Tents had fallen, and guns were scattered across the ground.
"Raven, where's Clarke?" Bellamy asked. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
"I don't know," Raven said out of breath. He felt sick to his stomach.
"What do you meant you don't know? What the hell happened?" Bellamy raised his voice. She couldn't be gone. He just got her back.
"We were talking and then there was yelling, and she told me to hide and to radio you, and then she went outside. Next thing I knew, everyone was gone— Finn, Clarke, Monty Jasper, Harper, Miller, everyone."
"People don't just disappear, Raven!" He yelled.
"Bellamy, I know that, but you need to calm down," Raven said. She needed him to stay calm so she could stay calm. Finn was gone.
"Calm down! How the hell am I supposed to calm down when all but six of us are missing, when- when Clarke is missing?," Bellamy yelled. His fingers were interlocked, and his hands were on his head. He started to panic once more. "Where's O? Where's Octavia?" he shouted looking around.
"I'm right here, Big Brother," Octavia walked through the gate unaware of the missing delinquents. Bellamy ran over and hugged her tightly.
"Where were you?" He demanded. She would normally pass him off as overprotective, but she could tell by the emotion in his voice that something was wrong. He wasn't being overprotective; he was scared. She looked around.
"With Lincoln. What happened, and where'd everyone go?" She looked around.
"We don't know," Bellamy said.
"Well, what happened?" Octavia asked looking around.
"Clarke and I were talking when we heard shouting, and she told me to hide and radio Bellamy to come back. She walked outside, and I haven't seen her or anyone else since," Raven said.
"We'll find them, Bellamy. We'll find Clarke," Octavia looked at her brother.
"How? We have no idea what happened or where they are. There's only six of us left," Bellamy said looking down to the ground. She could tell he was doing his best not to cry.
"We will," Raven said.
Octavia saw the tears forming in his eyes. They weren't for the forty seven people. They were for one. They were for her. Octavia had never seen him like this before. She had never seen him lose his mind. She assumed he did when she and their mother were arrested, but she wasn't there to see that. She grabbed her brother by the arm and dragged him to the drop ship.
"You need to pull it together, Bell, for the four of them out there and for me."
"I can't, O," Bellamy fought tears and as he lowered his head. She placed her hand on his shoulder. She leaned closer to let him fall on her.
"Yes, you can; you're our leader."
"I'm not—not without her. She's the head, and I'm the heart." He slid down the wall and sat on the floor. "She's the head, and I'm the heart," he cried. Octavia crouched down beside him and but her hand on his shoulder. "She's— She's gone, O. I need her. I can't lead without her, and I don't think I can live without her," His face fell into his hands, and he sobbed. "I love her so much. I can't lose her too."
"You won't. We'll find her, okay? We'll find all forty eight of them," Octavia assured. Bellamy only nodded. He laid his head on her shoulder and cried. The younger Blake did her best to comfort her brother. "We'll find her," she whispered.
Clarke squinted her eyes as she opened them. The bright light shined in her face as she tried to focus her eyes on the white squares of the ceiling. She felt something she hadn't felt in a long time: cleanliness. It wasn't a dip-in-the-river kind of clean. It was clean, clean. It was soap and warm water, clean clothes, clean bed, a clean room.
She sat up in her bed wondering where she was. She could feel herself starting to panic. Don't panic, she reminded herself, it's not good for the baby. She sat on the edge of the bed and ripped the IV out of her arm. She had only ever seen them in her books and in the Ark's medbay. Was she even on Earth still? She winced when her feet touched the floor. It was cold and hard.
She recognized the genre of music playing softly over the speakers as classical music. She managed to give a soft smile as she recalled a time she had once listened to it with her father.
She stood up and brought her hand to her belly. She looked at the painting on the wall, and walked closer to it. Van Gogh, she thought. She had only ever seen pictures of his work in their books on the Ark.
She looked around the room and walked to the door. Where was she? Where was everyone?
She pounded on the glass when she saw Monty in the door's window across the hall.
"Monty!" She watched him mouth her name back. He couldn't hear her, and she couldn't hear him. She slammed her hand on the door harder.
She stopped pounding on the door when she noticed the sign on the wall.
Mount Weather. They were in Mount Weather.