Bellamy's POV

Finally giving up on sleep, Bellamy lifted his head up to see his friends lying perfectly still. He wished he could talk to someone, but he knew by the sound of their slow breathing that they were catching up on valuable sleep.

Soon enough, the sun would rise and a grounder would let them out so they could begin another hard day of labour.

Despite how cramped the room was, he was grateful they didn't have to sleep outside anymore. In the first week, they were forced to build three small huts so the grounders could keep them contained during the night.

Bellamy winced as he sat up and lifted his shirt. Thanks to Clarke, his cut had been neatly closed up and dressed. It was a difficult process without anything to numb the pain, but Clarke had kept him distracted and calm.

Suprprisingly, his encounter with Clarke had made him feel hopeful. After feeling the baby kick, it had quickly dawned on him how soon he would become a father. Although the prospect was terrifying, knowing that he would raise the child with the girl he loved certainly made it easier.

At the sound of metal sliding against metal, Bellamy abruptly faced the door in a confused panic. Surely it wasn't time.

The moment he saw a glimpse of night behind the intruding silhouettes he knew something was off.

Bellamy simply stared up at the faces of Octavia and Harper, trying to regain his ability to speak. After a brief smile of recognition, Octavia gave a silent nod to Harper and crouched down beside him.

Finally, words escaped Bellamy's mouth. "What the hell is going on? How are you here?"

He could hear the other four stir awake, but his eyes did not move from Octavia.

"We don't have alot of time so I need you to trust me, okay? We have someone on the inside willing to help us escape. Clarke and Sasha are at the other hut telling the rest. Once Harper sees Lincoln's signal, we'll make a run for the gate."

The moment he heard the unfamiliar name his blood began to boil.

"Hold on O, are you seriously going to put your trust in a grounder you barely know? We have no weapons, nothing to protect us but his word." Bellamy winced at the loudness of his voice. He desperately searched Octavia's face for any kind of assurance.

"That's the signal," Harper called from the door.

Miller stood up and turned to face the others on the ground. "This may be our only chance, I say we take it. I'm sick of living like this."

"What about the others, where will we meet them?" Bellamy asked, giving in to Octavia's desperate pleas.

"Don't worry, Clarke and the others can handle themselves, we'll see them on the other side of the gate."

Bellamy hesitantly accepted Octavia's hand and got up to his feet.

~~~~~~Author's note~~~~~~

I'm halfway through the next chapter which will probably be the longest. Stay tuned.