Brave New World

Chapter 8: The Escape Part 2

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Monty

I waited beside Jasper and Miller as the remaining one hundred delinquents and twenty some grounders flooded into the dark passage way. Once the last grounder went inside, I helped Miller lift the large metal cover and plugged the opening. Jasper and Grant rushed to push the washing machine in front of the covered passage.

Miller stood to my left, holding a large camouflaged gun. To my right stood Jasper, he had a killer grip on his gun. To Jasper's right stood Grant, gripping a large double sided scythe. I spared a glance at my best friend. We'd been friends since we were in the same class, roughly twelve years. If I was gong to die, It not seemed right to die with my best friend.

I glanced at Miller, I didn't know the guy that well. He listened to Bellamy's orders and rules, never disobeying or caring. That's why I was honestly shocked when he volunteered himself to help us. It was a complete suicide mission, though our chances were better with him, I might not matter if we couldn't make it out of the laundry room.

I skimmed over Grant's large figure. His brown hair was shaven, his skin was dark, and his build was muscular. Looking at him just seemed to promise ultimate doom. And we'd need that.

I shared a look with Jasper. I gave a small doubtful smile in his direction. His eyes were wide and hair messy, I didn't think I looked any better.

"Well the sooner we go the better shot we have of getting the hell out of here..." Jasper tried optimistically. His attempt at a joke didn't do a lot to brighten my mood or hope.

"Yeah, lets go." Miller said, his voice was rough, cold. It was obvious he was more confident than myself and Jasper. I gulped at Miller opened the door and peeked outside. They both had guns... And I... Well I had a flashlight.

"I have your backs, don't worry." I murmured as we all worked out the door and into the open hallway.

"What are you going to do... Blind them with your flashlight." Miller shot sarcastically, a small smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes, silently thankful that he could still joke in a situation like this.

Grant stopped in the hallway, his eyes glancing over all of us for a moment before he spoke. I was slightly surprised, a part of me wondered if he could speak English while he other part of me was curious as to why they'd never spoken to us before. "I will meet you at the garage." He stated and started down the opposite hallway.

We were all aware of the cameras positioned all over the hallways. We didn't do anything about it, no footsteps but our own were heard. It was about time for people to be aware of our presence or our people's escape.

We turned down the main hallway, not knowing where else to go. Crawling through the air ducts would take to long, and finding other exits would be pointless if we didn't know where they lead to. Miller and Jasper had their guns cocked and held against their shoulders, both ready to shoot at the first sign of life.

We were passing the empty cafeteria, two mountain men sat, eating a late lunch. Jasper and Miller snapped their guns down and walked with them tightly beside their legs. The black clashed with green, brown, and tan camouflage.

As we walked, we tried to looked casual and not like a group of escaping teenagers. The two mountain men were talking loudly, laughing when the other said something amusing or interesting. Jasper stumbled in front of me, one of the chairs clanging loudly against the white tile floor.

Both of the mountain men looked at the three of us. I gulped nervously, hoping they'd just overlook us as stupid teenagers. The thirties looking blonde haired man stood and narrowed his eyes at us, the chair, and then the two guns. 'They'd noticed.'

"Say... Kids, whatcha' doing with those. They aren't toys." The brunet asked, he was still chomping on his sandwich as he spoke. The man remained sitting, he looked carefree and unconcerned.

"W-We were asked to transport these to the garage..." I covered quickly, my hands trembling with anxiety and anticipation. I exhaled and blew the black hair out of my eyes.

The brunet shrugged and continued to eat his lunch. The blonde man still stood, looking us over with sharp green eyes.

"You kids are apart of that new system they're trying out." The blonde man stated, his eyes suffocating me.

"Which system are you classified in?" The blonde asked, I knew this was a trick question. We hadn't been assigned our categories yet.

I opened my mouth to speak, just Jasper beat me to it. "Military, S-Sir." Jasper stuttered, his eyes wide and posture tense. Jasper's knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the gun.

The blonde man sat down, his eyes leaving ours for only a split second. I visibly watched as Miller and Jasper relaxed. They believed we were okay. Miller took one step forward before a bullet shot less than two inches in front of him. His head snapped towards the way the bullet had come.

The blonde man stood, his eyes furious and posture tense. The brunet man had his mouth gaping open at the shot fired. I recovered before everyone else did.

"If you would have payed attention to anything they've told you. Categorization doesn't start for another few days, there's no way you could have been classified already." The blonde spoke knowingly.

"And you... A flashlight? Who are you going to scars with that? The monsters under your bed!" The blonde laughed at his own joke, I scowled. it was better than nothing... The man aimed his gun again, this time at Jasper.

"Put the guns down and hands on the wall." The mountain man barked. Jasper and Miller were hesitant but did so never less.

What were we expecting? To miraculously escape and be heros. That only happened in books, and really corny movies. We were heros, we were sacrifices for our people's well being. There was no point in trusting and hoping when you couldn't see the end of something, I just hoped Clarke and the others wouldn't be having the same problem inside the tunnels.

I briefly wondered if I was meant to die before I was eighteen. If that was always my fate. I wondered over the day I and Jasper had been locked up, if I could have gone back and changed it; lived a full life on the ark, marry a middle class phenix girl, have one child, and died when I was sixty or seventy, would I?

The answer was simple, even if I would have know earth was my impending death, I would have chosen to come down anyways. Because I lived here. For the first time, I belonged somewhere. I'd made real friends besides Jasper. Clarke, Finn, Octavia, Jasper, Raven, even... Bellamy we're my family. And yes, it was us against the world, hell it still is. But for these last two months, I've lived more than I had in sixteen years on the ark.

I wouldn't have traded this time, these people, this opportunity, for anything. If that meant I died beside my best friend right now, than that was okay. Because earth was where I was reborn, where my life began, we're my story would start, and end.

I exhaled as I pressed my forehead against the cold metal walls. I saw Jasper shaking beside me. He hadn't come to terms of death like I had. Miller, was being strong, but he wasn't ready either. A small part of me thought we'd never be. I took another breath, saw the glimmer of the two guns to my left and closed my eyes for a moment.

There was so much I'd learned here on earth... The most important lesson Bellamy and Clarke had taught me was to never give up. Because even if you were to fail, the outcome want change. Even if I failed in my small plan, we'd still be dead, so it didn't hurt to try.

I felt the cool handle of the flashlight against my skin. In that moment I relaized, I wasn't ready to die. My story had just began, my life had just started, and I wasn't ready to give that up.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as the blonde aimed the gun at Miller and cocked the bullets into place. I took a deep breath and exhaled. The man chucked lightly and looked through the scope to find Miller's neck.

I whipped around and flipped the flashlight on, the ultra violet light shinning right in the scope and temporarily blinding the blonde mountain man. I kicked the two guns to the stunned Jasper and Miller. The were foggy but both picked up the guns.

I kicked the chair in front of me, as hard as I could. The chair screeched and knocked into, and then over the blonde, angry mountain man. The brunet sat, in awe and interest.

"And you guys said the flashlight was useless." I smirked, and as the blonde man cried out in anger, we all began to run towards the stair case to the garage.

"Monty that was..." Jasper breathed as he ran down the stairs, I couldn't help the proud smile that grazed my features. Jasper spun around and hugged me very quickly. Grant was standing at the garage door and waiting. Three mountain men were knocked unconscious at his feet.

"This new found heroism ...is making me very attracted to you." Jasper whisleted jokingly. I could hear the fear creeping through his normally strong voice. I gave him a small tight lipped smirk.

"Let's just get out of here." Miller grunted as we filtered into the garage. Jasper flipped on the lights while Grant began blocking the door with cabinets.

"Monty, can you hot wire the car?" Miller asked in a hurried and nervous tone. I glanced at the foreign automobile.

"Give me a few minutes and we'll be out of here." I stated and lifted the hood. I found the four cords I was looking for and began cutting and tying them together. I shut the hood and went into the drivers seat and began pulling wires out and looking for the main ignition red wire.

There was excessive banging coming from the garage door. I glanced up, looked at the covered door and then at Jasper.

"Hurry..." Jasper breathed out as the banging ensued and gun shots into the door followed. I nodded and set back to work.

Clarke

I lead everyone through the tunnel. One hand holding a flashlight while the other held my gun shot wound. The adrenaline wore off the pain slowly crept in. It was deeper and more serious than I'd originally thought. I knew the bullet hadn't hit anything serious, but I did know it was deeper than just skin. It had probably hit a vein and I was low on blood.

I was so lost in my thought and analyzing my wound I forgot about the foot drop off that followed the down slope walk. I gasped sharply as the drop off caught me off guard. I landed on my feet, but stumbled forward. Before I even realized what had happened, I felt Bellamy wrap his one available arm around me.

He waited until I was even on my feet and nodded before he retracted his arm. Even though it was pitch black and the few lights we had were on the uneven terrain, I could feel his piercing and watchful gaze on me.

His eyes burned a hot trail from my back to my wound to my neck and hair. I rolled my shoulders once, but stopped as it pulled at the tight sticky skin. I took a breath and focused on leading everyone out of here.

I knew it was only a few more minutes before the exit would appear. I put one foot in front of the other, a new determination setting in. I moved more gracefully as I dunked under the low rocks and pulled myself over a small boulder.

I could see the light shinning through. I knew it was time to announce the trackers and our need to remove them. I saw Bellamy's figure through the darkness, and could almost read his expression. 'Why are we stopping, what's going on?' He moved towards me, grabbing my shirt and carefully pulling the blood soaked material above my skin.

He looked at the wound and I breathed out. I grabbed his hand, the rough callouses brushing against my shaking hand. "Bellamy," I whispered into the darkness. His body was a little to close for my comfort, The darkness didn't do much to help. He didn't say anything, his eyes were still taking in the wound.

I pushed our hands down to the side, letting my wet shirt fall back into place. His eyes flashed up to mine. A deep frown was on his face, I knew he was blaming himself for this, but right now wasn't a time for his newly found emotions. I pushed off the wall and quickly whispered for him to start pulling the rock entrance apart.

He hesitated to let me go, but he didn't have a choice. Everyone's survival came before my comfort. I stood in front of the gathering group, the passage way narrow so I spoke up for the small line to hear me.

"The mountain men have implanted trackers inside of our wrists. I'm sure many of you woke up with a scratch on one of your wrists, they need to be taken out now." I stated, and watched as many teenagers held their wrists.

"Bellamy will lead a flood of thirty out after I have cut your wrist and removed the tracker. Then Anya and the grounders will go, and then I will take the last group. Wait for all three groups to gather before you move." I stated, and glanced over all the serious teenagers.

I walked back over to Bellamy. "I will take the trackers out, will you bandage them?" I asked lightly. He nodded, his eyes distrustful towards the grounders and uncertain towards me.

I knew he wanted to argue about me leading the last group, especially with my bullet wound, but I wouldn't hear of it. I gave him a stern look and he nodded. His face masked once again. I turned away from him and watched as the line approached.

I cut the mans wrist and took the small tweezers out of the medical kit and pulled out a small chip. I tossed the chip in the top lid of the first aid kit. Bellamy stood beside me and began to wrap the kids wrist twice before he told the kid to step outside and wait.

The Line kept moving forward, and very quickly. After each patient I sterilized the tweezers and knife she used. Nearly thirty people had been treated as I turned towards Bellamy.

"I think that's thirty three, you should go. Head straight for the river. The same check point as Jasper, Miller, Monty, and Grant." I stated and looked up at him. I could see him trying to keep his mask on, his eyes betrayed his emotions, but his face settled.

"Clarke," He whispered, I looked at him with a small smile, "I can't do this alone, I can't lead without you. I can't lose you." Bellamy said, his voice was as soft as his eyes. But to anyone else it would have looked like a serious discussion.

"I'm not going anywhere." I stated, though I felt his eyes looked at my wound fearfully and distrusting.

"Those were the same words I said to Octav-" I cut him off, understanding him already.

"Bellamy, Were all going to be fine. When winters over, you'll see your sister again, and everything will be organized and settled down." I spoke calmly, "And well both be alive to have helped and witnessed the camps thriving." I said and gave him a tight but generally real smile.

Bellamy

It was the first time she'd ever generally smiled at me because she was happy, because she was hopeful. Not because I'd cracked a smart ass joke, not because Finn or Jasper threw flirtatious comments towards her. But because the thought of starting again made her happy.

I'd been struggling with my emotions since she'd been shot and hurt. Weeks ago I could have easily labeled Clarke Griffin as; the biggest pain in my ass. I wasn't so sure anymore.

We weren't friends... No way in hell. There was to much messed up in my and her life for us to be friends. We didn't like each other, nor did we sleep with each other. We were casual acquaintances. We were Co-leaders, and we understood exactly how the other felt. That's why I couldn't lose her.

Because if Clarke died, no one would understand how I felt, every single day of my life. No one would be able to pick up the shattered pieces I was or left behind and put me or whatever I destroyed back together.

She wasn't my friend, my lover, or my family. But she was my sanity. She's saved my life just as many times as I've saved hers. She was brilliant, careful, logical, and a peacemaker. I was everything she was not. She countered me, she held me back when I needed to be restrained, and she propelled me forward when I needed to be encouraged.

I couldn't lose her. I wouldn't lose her. I exhaled as I stared into her blue orbs. She was the only one I was completely open with. The only one who saw me for everything I was and didn't want to be. I couldn't stand her sometimes, but for our... My survival I needed her. I cocked my head to the side and exhaled in frustration. My brows knit together and I studied her.

She gave me a quick concerned look. Her face serene, and honest. "Bellamy, I'll be okay, and so will you." She whispered and quickly squeezed my hand before letting it drop back to my side. She turned and walked back towards the anxious kids that wanted her to get the tracker out of them.

I watched her for a moment longer, she set to work, she allowed Anya to wrap gauze around the newly cut wrists and lead them towards the exit. I began to walk out into the light of the day, I glanced back.

I was already turning to leave, but for a split second I saw her blonde hair whip around as she caught sight of me, her azure eyes caught mine. I gave the briefest smirk, I wasn't sure if she saw it, but I was sure she felt it. The confidence seemed to radiate off me and irritate her, I smirked again at the small thought.

I reached the crowd of thirty kids, my expression hard once again. I recognized all of them, but didn't really know any of them, not personally. I saw Conner, Wyck, and Jason standing together, their guns at the ready.

I cleared my throat, everyone's heads snapped in my direction. "We're going to head out. Stay in this group until all the groups merge together, you got that?!" I yelled over them. They all nodded and grabbed the supplies Clarke had gathered.

"We are making a straight path into the forest. We're heading back to our camp before we continue towards Clarke's planned destination. " I stated, they nodded and I got ready to lead them towards the forest.

"Will the mountain men see us?" A girl with dark black hair and green eyes spoke up, she was obviously scared. As I observed her I guessed she was roughly fourteen. She was two years younger than Octavia.

The girl fidgeted under my stare and the attention the question had brought towards her. She wore tight black pants like Clarke and a few of the other girls. Her boots and jacket looked a little large on her. She had a delicate braid pulling her hair out of her face.

"The mountain men won't see us." I assured, the distance for us to walk was too short for them to notice us going across, and they were too far away. I looked at the girl who was trying to make herself smaller and less obvious.

She reminded me of Charlotte. The thought was disturbing and comforting at the same time. I turned away from the girl, the best thing would be for her to avoid me. I wouldn't be the cause of another corrupt child. I started towards the woods, my mind jumbled with thoughts and emotions.

Monty

"Hurry Monty!" Miller urged and I set back to work. I'd only read up on automobiles, they were basically extinct to us on the ark, and only in movies had I actually seen how to hot wire a car. I hoped and prayed that this would work. There was no way we could get out of here in foot.

I pulled the Red ignition wire and the green wire that connected to the steering wheel together and twisted a dark orange, break wire, and black engine wire into the mass of wires.

Finally I grabbed the accelerators blue wire and added it to the twisted mess. I breathed in relief as the car creaked three times and then started. Everyone's eyes snapped from the shaking heap of junk and door, to the newly running car.

"Everyone get in, Miller hit the garage door button." I heard Jasper Shout over all the chaos unfolding. I couldn't help the satisfied smile of relief that drifted across my face.

The garage door began to rise. Outside was absolute chaos. Mountain men were scouting radioing all over the top half of the mountain. Miller jumped in and I messed with the steering wheel for a moment.

"Monty, not to freak you out or pressure you... But a lot of people that want us dead are less than five hundred feet from us... So WHY AREN'T WE GOING!?" Jasper yelled, his eyes frantic and gun cocked and ready to shoot.

"I've never driven a car before, I'm trying to figure it out before I lead us to all our deaths." I stated and found the shift. I put the car into reverse and glanced behind me. The door and stuff that Grant had pushed in front of it were falling down as the blonde began to crawl through.

As our eyes met I stepped on the accelerator. We shot backwards in a matter of seconds. I'd banged one of the mirrors on the way out, but that was the lead of my concerns. The thirty some Mountain men near us had stopped and looked at our jerking car curiously. I quickly put the car in drive and began rolling up the windows.

"Why are you dealing with the windows?!" Grant snapped his anger and own fear intensifying the car. One of the mountain men shot at the car, the bullet would have gone through Grant's head had I not rolled the windows up.

"The cars bullet proof." I explained quickly and stepped on the accelerator again. We shot forward at incredible speed. The mountain men jumped out of the way. We were bouncing down the rough mountain and heading east at nearly one hundred and thirty miles an hour.

The tree line was visible now, the mountain men were far behind us, not willing to follow us down the steep mountain or fast enough to keep up. I let off the accelerator as gravity took us down by itself and the mountain began to even out for a few hundred feet.

"WE DID IT!" Jasper yelled, his excitement surging through the car.

"Don't speak so soon..." I murmured, As we were almost a mile down the mountain and had less than another one to go, I began putting a light pressure on the break. Gravity and the preset speed we were going at before, had to much strain against the old break. The wire snapped.

I slammed my foot on the break, nothing happened. I tried again, our speed didn't change. We were about half a mile away from the tree line. We would die if we didn't find the emergency break.

"Jasper find the emergency break!" I said as I started swerving the car, hoping that the air resistance would help slow us down.

"Where the hell is that at!" Jasper yelled back, I spared him a glance.

"That's why I told you to find it! I don't know!" I rushed out and began making the swerves bigger. I was nervous the car would tip and roll, but slowing us was the most important thing at the moment, and we'd already dropped fifty miles per hour just by moving the car excessively.

I looked around frantically. The break had to be near the middle consul. I watched as the trees were only a thousand feet in front of us. Grant leaned forward and grabbed a small Handle, pushed a button and violently pulled. The car lurched forward and bumped. The speed dropped from seventy to thirty. The trees were less than one hundred feet. The speed kept dropping.

Our momentum was high. I kept the car straight and centered with a large tree. The car began to skid and then roughly bumped into the tree. We all were yanked forwards with the impact, but the air bags didn't released, and no glass was broken.

I shakily stepped out of the car, the tree went three feet in to he car. It was ruined, but we were all alive and the mountain men were miles behind us. I took a breath and exhaled.

"We're alive..." Miller breathed in disbelief. Grant stepped out o the car, the older guy seemed just as shaken as all of us but never less got down to business.

"We need to go. We're not safe." Grant stated, we all nodded. He held the mysterious pack that he'd left to get and his scythe. Jasper and Miller grabbed their guns and we began into the forest. I'd hoped Clarke and the others all made it out okay and we're waiting for us by the river.

I stopped for a second and back tracked to the car, reached inside and grabbed the flashlight and pried open one of the crates. Inside the crate was gun powder, lots of it. I grabbed my make shift pack and began filling it with gun powder. This would come in handy if we needed it.

I set off again and quickly met up with a still shocked, now excited Jasper. Beside him Miller was walking with a proud and victorious smirk on his face. While Grant lead all of us towards the river.

Clarke

It had been thirty minutes since Bellamy had taken his group out, and only fifteen since Anya and I lead our groups out. All of the trackers had been removed and burned. Anya had taken my tracker out for me, as I did for her.

We didn't make small talk, or really talk at all. It was obvious both our people and ourselves were on guard and watching the other. I would have felt more secure if I would have had someone other than Finn and Monroe in my group.

Before we left the tunnel we decided to cover the exit, in case we ever needed shelter or a way back inside. I'd been leading the group, beside Anya since we'd left.

Occasionally Finn would spot a footprint or sign of human life having crossed through this area. Though I was almost positive it was Bellamy and his group, there was still the chance that it had been mountain men.

The sun was setting, and the river wasn't to far ahead. I couldn't get my mind off of Monty, Jasper, Miller, and Grant. I questioned if they were caught, hurt, being tortured. I wondered if I should have shot Xavior, Diana and Felix while I had the chance. A part of me knew, I wouldn't have been able to pull the trigger and end someone's life. Another part of me didn't know what I was capable of anymore.

"How are you holding up?" I heard a curious and feminine voice ask from my right. I glanced over and saw Anya, her eyes were staring straight before her, but she had clearly spoke to me.

"It hurts, the adrenaline wore off a while ago. I'm dizzy so, my blood sugar and iron levels are down. Eating, drinking, and resting would be nice." I commented slightly bitter about the wound, but my pace and my hard facial expression wouldn't have ever given away that I was in immense pain.

"We're almost to the river." Anya commented, I nodded.

"Anya," I spoke quietly, she looked at me, on guard and serious, "I never got to apologize for the harm that was done to you and your people. Though it was only through me, it was still done by my people. And for that I am sorry." I said quietly.

I didn't trust them, and I wasn't comfortable around them, but at the end of the day we were outnumbered and we couldn't take on nine grounder tribes. I watched her brown eyes skid over me and then meet my blue orbs.

"If only we both would have been kidnapped and held hostage sooner..." She murmured and I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt of a joke. For a moment we shared a common smile. The moment was short lived.

"Clarke, I need to talk to you." Finn spoke from behind me and to my left. I looked at him, nervous someone had gotten hurt or we'd lost the small trail we had. His eyes and facial expression told me it was none of those concerns, It was his own selfish want.

"I think it can wait until we are settled." I spoke, my voice leaving no room for argument. He sighed but continued walking beside me, much to my annoyance and displeasure.

"Clarke, if we don't talk about it now we won't talk about it ever." Finn pressed, his voice low but desperate.

"Never is fine for me." I stated, my voice harsh and cold. My blue eyes shinning like ice into the black night.

"How are we going to fix things between us if we don't talk about them?" Finn asked, his brown eyes trying to desperately catch my icy blue orbs.

"There's nothing here to fix Finn. There never was," I said, my eyes sparking with anger, "You had a girlfriend and she came back down. You are her everything. We only had lust... For less than ten days." I spoke harshly but honestly.

"I can't return your feelings and even if I could, I wouldn't. What you did was wrong, even though you had reasoning, its not good enough for me. You're not good enough for me. Not in the romantic sense, anyways." I finished softly.

Finn looked hurt for a moment, then his expression went neutral and then he grew angry. "And Bellamy is?" Finn snapped out, his brown eyes flickering with a mixture of jealously and anger.

"I don't know what lead you to believe Bellamy and I were a... Thing, but we aren't. Bellamy and I are CoLeaders, that's it." My tone was menacing, threatening, and furious. It didn't take long for Finn to back off after I'd snapped at him.

"What despicable person are you?" I hissed, hating how his questioning and words rubbed salt into my open wounds and new scars, he'd made.

"You and I sleep together, and then your girlfriend, you didn't tell anyone about came down because she loves you, and I have to tell her about your cheating and mistakes. Then you get back together with her, and then she breaks up with you, and you try to get back together with me. Then you're furious when I'm over you!?" I whispered quietly, yet deadly. I saw the shivers crawling down his back.

"All it took was your girlfriend dying for you to love me." I spoke harshly, I knew the words hit a sensitive spot, they were meant to. I was tired of tip toeing around the problem and his attempts at fixing things. There wasn't anything to fix, I'd already dealt with my broken heart, he couldn't do anything anymore.

"You are nothing more to me than a distant friend... If even that." I hissed, my eyes And icy tone daring him to respond. He remained silent, partially in shame and partially in fear of my anger and growing irritation. He nodded once and fell back behind me as I meant up with Anya, I was almost positive shed been eavesdropping, but I didn't mind.

"Boy trouble?" She asked lightly, I looked at her for a moment before responding with a deep breath.

"You have no idea..." I mumbled.

The river was finally in view. Camping beside the river were thirty some familiar delinquents. I couldn't have been more relieved once we were all reunited. My eyes scanned for Month, Jasper, and Miller, disappointment and anticipation growing and making my stomach twist.

"Relax princess, they'll make it." Bellamy whispered a few feet to my side. I jumped, my breathing becoming quicker out of his little scare.

"Joking about something so serious doesn't help convince me of their health and safety." I stated and watched as Bellamy pushed himself off the tree and into the bright moonlight.

I thought he mumbled something but I couldn't hear over my sudden pounding headache and dizziness. I swayed on my feet, my eyes slipping from Bellamy's brown ones to the ground.

"Bellamy..." I whispered quietly, my mind growing fuzzy and clouded as my body's exhaustion, stress, and blood loss caught up to me. I felt like I was going to heave. I took a dizzy step forward, my entire body felt like it was spinning at thirty miles an hour. I could barely see or feel Bellamy grab on to me and steady me against himself as I passed out into oblivion.

Authors note: I AM SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME FIVE DAYS TO WRITE THIS AND POST IT! I'm so sorry! The other chapter will be posted tomorrow like it should be! Some stuff just came up and I didn't have time to write it until earlier. Anyways I hoped you liked the chapter and all it's contents.

I don't have any bloopers for this chapter, sorry :/ It was kind of a thriller chapter and escape! Not a huge humorous chapter. So please review and tell me what you liked and didn't. I'm so glad that the escape part will end next chapter, it's been probably the most difficult to write and I'm ready to push the story into a new area and chain of events, and most importantly, Bellarke bonding ;)

So for the next chapter we will have many perspectives but two main ones, Clarke's and The Ark's (that rhymed...!) Who's ready to reunite a large group and travel! So... To be continued ;)!

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