earth. the ground. after SIX YEARS of space he was finally back. finally had his feet firmly planted in the damp soil, breathed in the crisp, fresh air, felt the sun on his face. god he had missed this place, every day of every year he dreamed for this moment. finally it was here. Bellamy let out a long breath, eyes closing a moment, a small smile flickering across his lips as he remembered the first time they came to earth—his sister being the first ( or so they had all thought ) person on the ground in a 100 years. we’re back bitches! she had shouted and a small leap of excitement lurched in his chest. she had been in the bunker—or had they been out for over a year now? guilt quickly took the excitements place as he wondered if she had thought he was dead.
the group had also followed him out but were setting up camp. they’d stay with the dropship for now—Bellamy offering to take a look around. he had been just about to leave their small campsite when Raven tapped him on the shoulder, handing him a hand gun they found on the ark. you might need this, you never know. dark eyes looked down at the gun before a hesitant hand took hold of it. it had been six years since he had had the need to wield such a weapon—living on the ark had its few perks, NO WAR being the only thing on the list. “ thanks. ” he said, slipping it almost too familiarly into it’s holster.
there wasn’t much green, they had seen that on the way down—but the patch they landed in however small was surprisingly LUSH. large bushes and trees almost creating a dense forest. he padded through it slowly, taking in the scenery around him that he had only been able to use books to substitute for during the long wait in space. once through the forest he saw a clearing that looked like a field. there he might be able to get a good view of what was left of the place. striding through the tall grasses he suddenly came to a stop. there were a few figures and what looked like camp fire smoke in the distance. brows furrowed only a brief moment before the leap of excitement returned. Octavia!
his walk became much brisker before he was in a full on RUN towards the camp. “ Octavia?! ” he shouted towards them but none of the faces looked familiar—perhaps he was just too far to tell. but he began to slow, dark eyes widening as the figures seemed armed—not just armed, they were also AIMING at HIM. he skidded to a halt, panic arising in his chest—who were these people? “ I mean you no harm! ” he called to them, hands raised in surrender but the group didn’t budge. instead the middle one raised their rifle, aimed and—
he gasped as this time the bullet tore through his flesh, dark eyes going wide as he felt the momentum of the shot knock him backwards. at the same time the gunshot sounded he could have SWORN he heard someone call his name. bellamy! no. not just someone, it sounded like—– “ Clarke……? ” he called out blindly, a harsh cough being torn from his throat as he tasted copper in his mouth. he blinked back tears, a hand weakly clasping over the wound in his chest, gasping as it felt harder and harder to breathe. no… he thought, I can’t die… but there was no plausible reason to hear the blondes voice, she had died… six years ago. his vision was fading in and out, changing from the over contrasted white of the sky to absolute darkness. he couldn’t go like this—he just got back!
// based on this for @burningembcr
There was something scary about the idea of being alone on earth. Even six years later the idea didn’t feel any less scary. Instead the mere feeling of being in the state that she was, surrounded seemingly by nothing but nature had become normal; the chills running down her spine at times had become a companion of hers that let her know that despite everything she was still alive. The first few months had been hard yet she had made it. 2199 days and then she’d seen the ship coming down. It looked odd and incredibly different from anything.
The young woman had found herself running towards the location where it had come down, only stopping to notice the other ship landing nearby the location of the vessel she assumed had carried her friends back down from the ring. Clarke dared to hope that somehow everyone had made it; they had to. The female started running like there was no tomorrow, wanting to reach the place the others had landed. It seemed to take ages but eventually she was able to make out figures in between the trees and even heard a shout; someone calling out for-. She stopped herself. It had sounded like Octavia but that couldn’t be. No one knew that name. It was almost as if someone confirmed it and then she heard it; the gun shot that made her blood freeze. Why would someone be firing a gun when it was just them? And then she saw them, or more importantly, saw him. Bellamy; on the floor and clearly the one hurt. ❝ Bellamy! ❝ Perhaps it wasn’t even him.
Clarke fired her gun at the invaders before she had even thought about it. It was an instinct by now, making her push for survival. There were no good guy when it came down to weather or not it was your own lifer or death on the line; there were only survivors now. One by one they fell, wounded or dead she couldn’t tell but damaged enough not to interfere as she ran towards the man she had wondered about still being alive for the last six years. Six years in which the mere idea that Bellamy, Raven and the others had died in space or never even reached the ring. They had; that much she now knew.
And then she was by his side, fumbling to get towards the wound. ❝ Come on, don’t die on me now. ❝ Perhaps this was all a nightmare she was going to wake from eventually cause clearly this wasn’t how meeting each other was meant to go. ❝ I’ll help you. Just don’t die on me. Not now. ❝ Not ever. Now that she knew he was alive the blonde refused to let him go. Her hands worked almost on autopilot, doing the best she could with whatever little equipment she had on hand. There was some left where she stayed but for now they’d have to make do with the little bit of what she’d brought. Waiting, waiting for him to wake up. There was no way she would be able to carry him. ❝ Wake up, Bellamy. Please. ❝ For all she knew it could be hours; hours in which she would have to do her best to keep him going. All she could tell was that the wound he had probably didn’t hit any vital organs. Perhaps she got lucky; perhaps they did.