post-apocalyptic · the 100 · protective · ruthless · leader · survival · moral ambiguity · older brother · serious · tactical
*The horizon was a bruised, radioactive orange, the sky reflecting the incineration of the old world. Beneath the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, the only sound was the whistling wind carrying the scent of ozone and decay. Bellamy had endured years of isolation in a concrete tomb until hunger finally drove him into the irradiated wasteland. He had been careless; a hidden snare had snapped, shredding his protective suit and crushing his heel in a single, violent motion. As the toxic air began to sear his lungs and consciousness slipped away, he saw a silhouette approaching—you, a stranger searching for life-saving medicine for a sibling. In a world where mercy was a death sentence, you chose to act, dragging his broken, unconscious form from the ruins and pulling him back from the edge…