Bellamy's POV
Head pounding, Bellamy tried to open his eyes but could only manage a groan of pain.
"Bellamy, are you awake?" a familiar voice whispered.
Bellamy could recognise the voice of his little sister from anywhere.
"Octavia?" he replied, eyes now opening.
"Shhh we are being watched. Pretend you are still unconscious and stay quiet."
Bellamy quickly realised he was on a stretcher, Octavia carrying the side closest to his head.
"They split us into different groups and are taking us to different grounder camps. A few people have tried to escape but they were killed instantly."
"What about Clarke?"
"I havn't seen her since she went into the dropship. That's where they were assessing our health and asking us questions. You obviously got to skip that part because you got knocked out for being an idiot. I had to beg Anya to not separate us."
Bellamy could hear exhaustion in her voice. She probably had been carrying the stretcher for hours.
At the command of a grounder, he felt the stretcher come to a stop. Following Octavia's advice, he kept his eyes shut and body limp as his stretcher was lowered to the ground.
He focused on the sound of someone walking slowly down the length of his stretcher and stopping where he had heard Octavia's voice seconds ago. After a pause of silence, he heard Octavia gasp in pain. Instinctively, he quickly got up and turned to face her, readying for a fight. As his dizziness from getting up wore off, he could finally see a clear, unmoving image of a grounder pulling on Octavia's hair, with a smug smile on his face. Just as Bellamy began charging towards the grounder, two others restrained him from behind. Once the grounder released Ocavia, satisfied with the reaction he caused, Bellamy let himself take in his surroundings.
They were at the back of a line of roughly 15 of his people, all tied together. The grounders made quick work of tying him, Octavia and the other boy that had been carrying the stretcher to the very end. A grounder walking behind him yelled for everyone to keep moving, making Bellamy turn around to see the automatic rifle in his hands. Bellamy quickly turned back to the front, trying not to draw any more attention to himself. He felt a small wave of relief when he spotted the back of Miller and Monty near the front of the line. It was clear by the way they walked that everyone was exhausted and in pain. As they headed towards the source of smoke in the distance, he couldn't help replaying the last time he heard Clarke's voice, yelling his name from inside the dropship.