@letscallitxhope
「this was the survivors move. he kept repeating it to himself ad nauseam, trying to rid himself of the tiny thread of guilt in the back of his mind. he hadn’t wanted to let clarke and bellamy leave without him. he hadn’t wanted to abandon raven with a vague hope that they’d find the island.
but he was also frustrated and, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, scared. now that the door was open, and skaikru had to choose who lived and who melted - well, he didn’t like his chances. even less so emori’s. but do or die, he’d go down fighting. time and time again he could’ve rolled over and let this hellish world destroy him. yet here he still was, alive.
so they hid. in one of the darker, unused rooms at the back of the bunker. it wasn’t even furnished, and reminded him distinctly of a prison cell. they just had to wait it out until priamfaya hit. 」
「it was an estimated 4 hours since the deathwave was supposed to have hit polis. they hadn’t dared leave the room yet, cautious of the reactions they’d get, wondering if they’d be tossed out into apocalypse 2.0 anyway.
he stood by the door, opening it as quietly as he could. standing half way through, he glanced back at emori. she was asleep on the floor, his jacket nestled under her head. a soft, sad smile tugged his lips gently upwards. they’d been so close to peace. those hours between clarke stealing the bunker and bellamy opening the door were the closest he’d come to relaxing in a long time.
he crept out, one hand hovering close to the gun tucked into his waist band. the corridor was cold and empty, his steps ringing out a little too loudly for his liking.
he stopped abruptly, the sounds of someone else coming made his heart start to race. the closest door was a meter away, and he couldn’t guarantee there weren’t people in there. so his fingers wrapped around the grip of his pistol, and he waited.」
