Chapter 3
A/N: The last Chapter wasn't very long so here, have two chapters in one day: 3
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Clarke POV
"Yes" I whisper as I feel tears fill my eyes. I did not need this right now. My priority is keeping those kids alive and safe from grounders, Acid fog and freezing to death. Bellamy Blake just has no way of knowing what his priorities are! But if I knew exactly where my priorities lay, then…Why did this incident affect me so much?
I shake my head and wipe my eyes making sure that no tears escape. I have to be strong. I relax my breathing and make my way into camp and into the med bay. I was gone for about an hour and a half and there were already four people at the Med Bay waiting for me. I send three of them away after covering their cuts with antiseptic leaves we found which can be used as bandages and seaweed paste. I also make sure to make a point that they would have been perfectly fine without me. I don't mean to be harsh but how can people be expected to survive down here if they are always so helpless?
The last is a young boy who only looks about fourteen. He looks like somebody who would have been arrested for stealing food to give to the needy. I turn to him after throwing away the old leaves.
"What's up?" I say to him, although not giving him my whole attention as I'm packing away the seaweed paste.
"I think I might have come a little too late, I can come back tomorrow if you like?" He says sweetly and as much as I'd love to just go to my tent and fall into a deep sleep, I reply by saying
"Oh, that's not necessary, what's wrong?" I ask and he lifts up his sleeve, revealing a gash the length of his forearm, which is surrounded by greeny-purply dead skin. I immediately step forward and take his arm in my hands.
"Shit..." I whisper to myself so quietly I'm not even sure it was audible.
"That bad huh?" He replies looking outside to the dropship which was now empty due to everybody must have had this for at least two days, why didn't he come sooner? I move around him, my head now above his elbow as I inspect the infected flesh.
"Why didn't yo-" I start as he brings his elbow up, sending a powerful blow of pain to my throat which causes me to smack my head against the dropship. As I gasp for air, the boys boot comes down on my head.
'Yep,' I think to myself 'defiantly didn't steal food for the homeless'. Then everything went black.
Bellamy POV
"Yes" Clarke replied before vanishing behind the wall.
I let out a sigh and rub my forehead. I get the bow and arrows I'd been making earlier that day and decide to test them out. Yes, it was pitch black but I needed a way to distract my mind, if only for twenty minutes.
I walk about five minutes away from camp before I spot my first boar. I squat down, load my slightly crooked bow with an arrow, pull back the string and the arrow pierces the boar's side, causing it to fall. I grab my knife and silt its throat, not allowing it to have a slow painful death. I sling the boar over my shoulder and make my way back to camp.
On my way back I notice the wall gate was open, my immediate thought is who would be so stupid to leave the gate open but then I realise; who would be up at this hour? Then I notice two tracks side by side, the marks were straight and long, unlike any animal track Bellamy had ever seen. The tracks went into camp and as he followed them he laid the boar down by the smoking shed. The tracks were a dead end that led to the dropship it dawned on him; nothing had entered camp.
Someone was taken.