Echo

"We should probably get up soon," Bellamy said softly. But he made no attempt to move.

We ended up in my bed in Azgeda and for the first time in a long time, I slept very peacefully. When we woke up, his front was pressed against my back, his arm lazily hugging my stomach, his face buried in my hair. We hadn't moved out of position since.

"No," I replied. "Just a little longer."

He chuckled, his breath tickling the back of my neck. "You said that half an hour ago, and a half hour ago before that."

I pouted, refusing to move. He sighed.

"Ten more minutes. And not a minute longer. As much as I miss cuddling with you, there's two days until Praimfaya and there's much to do."

I sighed, knowing he was very right.

"Fine. Just ten more minutes."

Bellamy

"Bellamy, there you are." Kane approached us. "You're up a lot later than usual."

I gave Echo a pointed look. Ten minutes turned into another hour. If she had it her way, she would never get out of bed. She just smiled at me innocently.

Kane cleared his throat, getting my attention back. "We have some more preparations to make. We chose our four hundred but we still have to deal with the unrest of those not chosen. We want you on that group."

I nodded. "What about Echo?"

"She'll stay here," another voice responded. King Roan walked over to us. "We're moving the rest of our people in. Echo's seen enough to lead them to their floor and help them get settled and hopefully answer at least some questions, and to be able to reassure some of them."

Echo nodded. Roan knew how to place people. Not only was staying in safest for her, it gave her one of the most important roles of the day. Something she thrived for. I gave her a quick kiss before Kane led me away.

There were eighty people being left out for Praimfaya to claim. Children, so those under eighteen, got automatic slots, one parent of each child and essential personnel also got automatic slots. The rest was done by a random lottery, the fairest way thought up. Those not chosen were unhappy and were calling for Grounder blood. A perfect reason why Echo and Roan were staying safe in the bunker.

"Bellamy!" my sister ran over to me, panting, not used to the suit she was in. "Hurry, some Skaikru just started a fight with Trikru. Trikru heading to the bunker for moving in. It's looking pretty ugly."

I nodded and picked up a run after her, Kane following closely. When I saw the group, I picked up speed. The Skaikru who were thrown out were fighting Trikru, and getting beat. Badly. There was nothing keeping the chosen Trikru from getting to their safe zone.

"Hey! Break it up!"

Octavia drew her sword and I grabbed my gun. Kane begged, but they didn't seem to want to listen to Kane's reason. They were going to die anyways, but the Trikru they were attacking weren't. There was only one way to fix this…

Echo

It was draining, emotionally at least. Answering question after question, leading group by group to the third level. How long do we have to stay here? What will we eat? Where will we get our water? Is Skaikru in charge of us all? How will we survive?

I answered them all a hundred times throughout the day. At least five years, food from the farms—no, I don't know what kind, filtered water—no, I don't know what that means exactly, no—Roan, Kane, and Indra will co-lead as the leaders of each clan, we'll take it one day at a time.

Bellamy was due to return soon. The radiation would be getting bad by the minute, which is why all the clans were rushing to get in. Bellamy was in a suit, but that didn't make me any less worried. I paced around the meeting room, where people first come in, waiting for his return.

The lights went off. When darkness falls, bad things happen.

I heard footsteps and listened carefully. They were awfully close. Every instinct in me told me to fight. Before I had a chance, a hand pressed over my mouth and nose tightly. I tried to yell, to fight, but he had a cloth that burned my nose and throat. And I felt so dizzy.

Why did I feel so diz…?