The loud bang had Bellamy instinctively on the ground, firmly in place as he saw Tristan lifelessly fall. He didn’t even need time to process what was happening for in mere moments, Kane stepped into view. The Ark. Great. This was not the time and yet, perhaps it could be perfect timing. But a gut feeling told him that it was going to stifle his and Finn’s attempts to find the others. Then again, the man had just saved their life. The conflict of relief and worry overwhelmed Bellamy and Kane’s words of reassurance did nothing to comfort the younger male. He stood to his feet, knowing how both of them must have looked right now. Bloodied. Beaten. Bruised. A common state down here. And Kane, the other Arkers . . . they looked as the delinquents had when they first landed. Fresh and unexposed to the horrors of the Grounders.
As the rest of them came into view, Bellamy took a couple steps towards Kane to start explaining things, but the emerging of one person in particular immediately gripped Bellamy. He froze. Paralyzed with shock. Eyes widened and Kane, seemed to understand the shock . . . not that Bellamy was even looking at him. The Blake son staggered back a few steps, as if he saw a ghost. Maybe he was. But when she stepped further into the clearing . . . it felt more, real. How was this possible? How . . . no. This couldn’t be. She had died. She was floated. Bellamy had not been permitted to be there for it, but . . . the Ark wasn’t that big. And yet, here she was, in the flesh. “Mom . . . “ The word a barley audible whisper. He wasn’t even sure if he had breathed it or just thought it.