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Chapter 2
Clarke’s POV:
Clarke could feel the sun on her face as she timidly opened her eyes. The world felt slower, almost at a complete stop. There were no sounds, no hush of wind, or the low sound of the oceans current. The world around her was dead.
She laid in what she assumed was Becca’s Lab, or what was left of it. Primfaya had nearly demolished the whole structure, leaving scrap here and there. She sat up, her whole body aching. She’d survived. She let out a long sigh of relief, almost too soon. The last she remembered was Bellamy by her side as the death wave hit. “Bellamy...” She gulped. “Where was he? Was he okay?”
A million scenarios stumbled into her thoughts. None of them positive. The radiation could’ve killed him by now. Bellamy hadn’t taken the Nightblood syringe as far a Clarke knew. Panic creeped into her vains and seemed to fill her entire body. “Please tell he didn’t stay behind, just to die.” She prayed to no one in particular. The sound of footsteps shocked her back from her frantic state of mind.
Bellamy peered down at her with amusement speed across his face. “It’s about time you woke up.” He playfully jabbed. “It would’ve sucked to have stayed behind for someone dead.” He handed her a heavy metal gun. He must have found it in the wreckage. “We probably won’t need these considering we’re the last two people on earth.” He proclaimed. “But if can’t hurt to have them nearby.”
Last two people on earth. Clarke knew what he was saying made sense. But part of her still couldn’t comprehend everything that happened. “How are you alive, the radiation should’ve…” She stuttered.
“Nightblood.” He cut her off. “Found some before the rocket took off. Someone had to stay behind with you. Clarke on her own would’ve managed to destroy this already fucked planet.” He said with grim humor.
Clarke couldn’t help herself, she smiled. “You really don’t use your head do you?” She asked with serious undermining her words. “Didn’t I explain how using your head was the only way you’d survive..?”
“What can I say Clarke?” He answered. “I’m Bellamy Blake. Do I ever use my head?” His smile reached his eyes. Even though the world had practically ended, he still seemed to not lose his sense of humor. “But considering I’m still alive, maybe following my heart wasn’t such a bad choice.
Clarke game him a sad smile, before returning back to the crisis at hand. “How long have I been out?” She asked.
He paused for a moment, trying to remember the exact details. “At least 8 hours. You were breathing so, I tried to get you as comfortable as possible.” He proclaimed. “I went walking for awhile.”
Clarke picked her self up. Her legs felt numb, and sore. Bellamy reacted quickly, helping her stand up. He steadied her, making sure she wouldn’t topple over.
“Thanks..” Clarke said, wiping the sand off her clothes. Bellamy took a step back, not wanting to be too protective. “How far did you go?” She asked.
“Well I’ve been down to the shore.” He stated. “The ocean is gone. No water, no fish. It’s a wasteland as far as I can tell.”
“Wow…” Clarke thought, although she wasn’t sure why she was surprised. Primfaya had no mercy. Turning this once beautiful plant into a giant grave. It was a desert, sand spred out in every direction.
“What are we supposed to do now?” Clarke cautioned. “If there’s no water, plants, or animals, what will we eat?”
Bellamy hesitated. Clearly this had yet to cross his mind. “If we could make it to the bunker, I’m positive they’d take us in.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “It’s about 20 miles to polis, if we leave soon we can make it there by tomorrow.”
“How are we going to pull this off..?” Clarke worried. Bellamy seemed to read Clarke’s thoughts as though she was transparent.
“Hey, don’t panic.” He reassured, placing his hands on her shoulder, forcing her to look him in the face. “It’s okay. If anyone can make it through this it’s us, we’ve gone through too much just to let one little problem stop us.” He gave her a weak smile and pulled her to his chest.
The embrace wasn’t their usual relief hug, it meant so much more. She placed her head into the crack of Bellamy’s neck and felt more secure then ever. She had someone willing to risk his life for her, and at this moment in time, that was all she needed. They stayed in each other arms for what felt like eternity. When they finally pulled apart Clarke realized she’d been crying. Bellamy pushed her hair behind her ear and wiped the tears away. “At least we don’t have to swim..” Clarke muttered.
Bellamy made a face. “What?” He asked, clearly confused.
“No ocean, no water.” Clarke stated. “We can walk to polis.”
Bellamy beamed at her. “You never take a break, do you?”
“I’ll take a break once we get into the bunker.” She responded. “We’ll have food, water, and shelter. None of the problem we have right now.” She looked around at the wasteland that used to be a beautiful island. “We should head out now before it gets dark.”
She gathered one of the bags next to her. Without a second thought she turned, and headed down to what used to be the ocean.
Bellamy ran to catch up to her. His footsteps dragged in the sand. They walked together the way it should be, side by side. When Bellamy was by her side, she felt as if no obstacle could stand in their way.
Clarke looked at him. A smile smile creeping on to her face.
Clearly Bellamy could feel her eyes on him, as he turned his head facing her. “What?” He asked. “You’re staring.”
Clarke held her gaze. “I just wanted to thank you.” She said with certainty. “You’ve sacrificed so much, just to keep me alive, I don’t know if I can ever thank you.” The words she spoke we’re genuine. She knew that no matter what happened in this new found post-apocalyptic word, Bellamy would always be by her side, supporting her through it all. For that, she was beyond grateful.
The corners of Bellamy’s mouth peeled up into a smirk. “Just stay alive.” He sated matter o’ factly. “That’s all the reward I need.” He stared at her for a moment longer before returning his gaze to the trek ahead.
Clarke felt heat rise to checks into a blush, but turned her focus back to front, before Bellamy could see.
“Why am I blushing.” She mentally bellowed. “It’s Bellamy...”
But ingoring the fact that her heart had nearly skipped a beat when Bellamy smirked, this journey was going to be tough. But she’s glad he is with her. She wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.
She stole a quick glance his way just to see him starting at her. He shot her an award winning smile, that made her stomach do somersaults.
“Bellamy Blake.” She thought. “What are you doing to me?”
It felt as though they’d being walking for eternity. It was still sand all around. It seemed impossible to escape it. There was nothing to stop under for shade and protection. And besides the fact that a giant wave of fire had passed through here just about 24 hours ago, the air around them was freezing. They were beginning to slow down with every step as the weight of past few days was being dragged with them.
She was exhausted, her whole body felt half-awake, as she placed her hand on Bellamy’s shoulder, letting him know she couldn’t go any farther.
He turned and faced her. The tiredness must’ve shown in her face. “Should we make camp here, or see if there anything else we could make shelter with up ahead?” He suggested.
Clarke shook her head. “There’s nothing up there.” She said, motioning her hand in front of them. “Everything’s gone, and I don’t think I can make it another 20 feet.” She was tired and out of breath.
“Can we just camp here” she asked groggily, shivering from the chilly wind that just blew past. Almost instinctively Bellamy took off he jacket and handed it to her. “You’re gonna freeze.” She protested.
“I’ll be fine, you look like your about ready to pass out.” Bellamy stressed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a canteen of water. He must’ve packed it to take onto the ring. “Drink some before you fall asleep.”
Clarke slipped her arms into Bellamy’s jacket, his body heat still lingered on it. The jacket was huge in her, but she felt snug in it. She took the water he was offering and sipped it lightly, not wanting to drink too much. We she felt satisfied, she screwed the cap on and handed it back.
She sat down on the dirt, accepting that there was no way she’d fall asleep comfortably. Bellamy sat down next to her sighing. “We should make it to Polis tomorrow afternoon.” He told her. “That is if we wake up before dawn.”
We... it felt right when Bellamy said it. She slowly layed down. Her body was sore, and anxiously waiting for rest, but part of her wanted to stay up, talking with Bellamy.
He followed her lead, extending his body as he layed on the ashy ground. It was dark. There were no noises, but that of the icy wind that breezes by. They layed there starring at the sky, next to one another.
“You wanna know something.” Bellamy asked out of the blue. He looked over at Clarke expectantly his eyes shone in the moons light.
“What..?” Clarke asked, not wanting to sound too excited. She turned so they were facing each other.
Bellamy smiled. “Even though the Earth is screwed, the sky and stars haven’t changed.” He stated. “Everything down here has done a 180, while everything is the same up there.”
Clarke looked up at the stars dancing across the sky. It was a beautiful mess. She felt as though she could stare at them for hours beyond end.
“Sometimes, I think the stars are the only thing I can count on.” Bellamy concluded. “Well besides you.”
Clarke sat up and looked at him suddenly. His eyes were on here, looking at her almost expectantly. This was the first time she processed that it was truly just her and Bellamy. And part of her wanted it to stay that way. Part of her didn’t want to go the bunker with everyone else. She didn’t want Bellamy’s time to be consumed solely by protecting Octavia. Clarke wanted-no, needed him for herself. If only just this once. She knew the thought was selfish and arrogant, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” The words were random, and came out of no where. But that didn’t mean she meant them any less. He was truly the greatest thing that had ever happened to her. Bellamy was the only person who seemed to think her life was more important than his own.
He stared at her for a moment too long for it just to be nothing. She felt her whole body so numb, it was though his gaze was piercing her. He reached over, pushing her hair back, and pulling her head to his chest.
Clarke didn’t argue. She laid her head back, almost melting into his chest. Bellamy placed one hand in her hair, slowly running his fingers through it. Clarke closed her eyes. Turns out she didn’t need to make it to the bunker to relax. Because right now, being with Bellamy, was taking all the stress of the past few months away.
They lay under the stars, which were like a beautiful, surreal blanket above their heads. Clarke could feel Bellamy’s heartbeat against the back of her head, and could hear the soft breaths of him by her side. That's when it hit her: Sometimes people were like stars- Some stars fade and some shine like a glowing light bulb. Each of them has its own unique shape, level of brightness and size. Some stars are bigger than others showing they are the queen of all stars. It’s like when people fade. You remember them, they just aren’t prominent in your life. While some people stand above the rest, and outshine all others in your perspective.
Bellamy was that bright star, standing above all else. And right now Clarke felt like the queen of Stars.