Chapter 29 - The Outside

~Bellamy"s POV~

Clarke's face is plastered with fear as I land on top of her, her eyes red and her cheeks puffy where tears have left trails along her soft skin.

"We gotta get out of here." I say trying to catch my breath, Clarke's gun and her pack a mess on the ground. I watch her nod up at me, a small nod the only thing making her head move.

I get off her and help her to her feet, I grab her hand at her wrist and lift her into my chest before she breaks away after a quick glance to grab her things, knowing if she didn't break it, we would stare forever.

"Where now?" Asks Nick slightly ahead of us, waiting for the Grounders to lead the way. I look to Clarke and I watch her point down a dark coloured hall.

"This way, theres a few twists and turns but we will make it." She says slinging her pack over her shoulder and her sniper next to it, soon were all taking off down the hall, our footsteps clucking on the concreate walls and echoing down the halls.

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I look up ahead and see Clarke stop suddenly, looking back at the rest of us. I watch her eyes glow slightly darker and her face straighten as if shes trying to hide her facial expression. After about an hour and a half of what seems like endless running, I'm almost expecting a smile.

"The doors just here." She says pointing around the corner to where I can't see. I can tell it's either impressing or bad when I see Nickal's reaction when he rounds the corner. Then followed by the rest of the Grounder's, one by one. I watch Nick go next and see his face drop, his mouth going to cover his mouth.

I see the sympathy in Clarke's eyes and almost don't want to see what is around the corner, with behind me clear and the other end ahead of us clear to an extent accept the never-ending amount of corners ahead of it, I round the corner.

I'm met with what looks like red body suits lining the floor, blood and the colour of the suits unrecognisable, all of it spilling out onto the concreate in large pools. Wat looks like pieces of the persons face stuck to the window of the masks, the black of the screen on their helmets no longer black.

I look to their hands, nothing, a single clip board lying under one of the bodies and what looks like an empty smoke grenade laying in the back of the small room in the corner, like it has recently been used.

No one is moving, all just looking at the mess in front us, the people who used to live here, in peace, un aware of us even being alive, moving around above them, breathing and living without notice. They were safe.

But once again they are dead, because of us, another community of people, peaceful people. People who have turned evil by want. The want to see the sky and smell real air. Air that doesnt have to be filtered daily, grass that isn't grown under artificial light. A sky that isnt painted on a piece of canvas.

A life that is not lived in a bunker, underground, away from everything. Everything that we now all know so well. A world that I myself have started to take for granted, one that I should have never taken for granted.

I look over at the Grounders who have now pushed open what looks like a steal door, then I see the thing I have been almost painfully deprived of, sunlight, fresh air, life.

I watch the door widen and the sunlight grow, I look out to see the sand, the small, crisp pieces of rock that seem to get everywhere and fill every gap, but something you soon forget when you feel it run through your fingers. The feeling of something so small running over hardened skin.

Something a human touch can't match to a child who has never felt such a thing.

I watch as Nick takes his hands away from his face, and gazes out of the door, the sun a mesmerizing sight for him, the sand a bonus. I watch Clarke now, her face a slight change of relief as she sees the sun.

We are all so amazed by the scene of earth that we don't hear the footsteps cracking down the hall, that we don't yell the sound of gun fire.

It's a scream that cracks me out of my illusion, the scream from a child, one I have only met, one that shouldn't have to scream. I quickly glance at Clarke and see her racing for the door, what I think is the door before she has dropped to the floor next to Nick, blood flowing from the back of his shirt.

I race towards them as the men in the navy-blue suits continue to fire shots. I place my hands under Nick ad lift him into the air and race towards the door, Clarke panting by my side, the Grounders now ahead of us, their dark clothing looking anything but human as they run into the sand dunes.

I hear Nick under me as I run the last few steps out of the bunker, his blood now seeping through onto my hands and into my clothes as the yells continue behind us. I push Clarke through the door first and then pull myself out.

We all drag ourselves over the first sand dune and out of sight, the bunker men now forced to stop thanks to the outside world and all its beauty.

I lay Nick down onto the sand, and Clarke is straight next to me, her hand on mine helping it to stop shaking, the shaking not only causing me destress but also Nick, the one with a bullet now planted in his small lifelike body.

"Nick, I need you to stay very still." Says Clarke, her voice steady and harnessed.

I watch Nick nod with a sob as he tries to hold back tears. I grip his shoulder and I watch as his eyes meet mine, pain flashing through them in what seems like waves, harsh, painful waves.

"We need to flip him over if I want to see all the damage." Says Clarke after a few seconds of her examining Nicks chest and stomach form the front of him. I look to Nick and I watch him nod and I nod back. I help Clarke flip him over, trying not to move his spine as much as possible.

After a cry of pain leaves Nick, we finally flip him over, his chest planted into the sand along with his face. His t-shirt now stained red with his own blood, the sand now also turning that sickly shade.

I watch Clarke as she very softly touches the tops her fingers to the top of the bullet hole, the skin around it obviously irritated and red. Blood flowing out of the wound and what looks like pieces of stray flesh hanging off at the side of the hole if you were to lift them.

I catch her gaze and the look in her eyes isn't promising.

"Clarke." I say straining my voice. As I say it I feel Nicks breaths become shallow, hes loosing too much blood, and hes beginning to become unconscious. I feel a hand reach down to grab mine and it's Clarkes. She leans up and whispers in my ear. Not wanting Nick to hear.

"I will try my hardest Bellamy, but I might not be able to do much." She says this very quickly and before I know it shes off to work. Opening her bag and pulling out herbs and bandages.

I look down at Nicks face, blood slowly flowing out of it, going to the organs that need it most.

"How does it look?" He manages to croak out with a wince. I nod my head and look to Clarke who gives me a smile she wants to look hopeful.

"It looks good." I say lying to a child, a bleeding child.

"Do you want me to talk about something, to keep your mind off the pain?" I ask, not knowing what else to do. I watch him nod and I take that as a yes. I think for a moment before I start to speak.

"I and a few others, we weren't born on earth like you." I say I watch his face look slightly confused before I continue.

"We were born in space, on this place called the Ark." I say with a small frown I don't mean. I watch his eyes go wide and my small frown soon forms a small smile.

"What was it like?" He asks. I look to Clarke, his voice weaker than before. I watch her nod, wanting me to continue so I do.

"It was beautiful, watching the earth grow bellow us." I say with a small smile remembering telling Octavia stories of Princes and Princesses on earth. I look back to Nick and I see that he is keeping his eye lids open, and doing a good job.

"Eventually they sent 100 of us down." I say looking over the landscape. I look back to Nick and I can tell he is interested to hear more. I go to continue before Clarke says something form the bullet hole in Nicks back.

"There was 101." She says with a smile looking over at me. "Counting Bellamy."

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