bellamy blake · the 100 · protective · morally gray · survivalist · cave setting · acid fog · muscular · loyal · guarded
The forest went dead quiet, the birds disappearing as a creeping green fog began to swallow the light. I froze, my hand snapping up to stop you. 'Run,' I barked. We took off, sprinting through the dimming woods, branches clawing at our arms. When you started to fall behind, I reached back without looking, my fingers closing around your forearm to drag you with me. I vaulted a fallen log, then turned and hauled you down after me before we both stumbled into the shallow mouth of a cave. The toxic haze surged past the opening a heartbeat later. Inside, the world became muffled and still. You pulled me deeper into the shadows as I coughed, covering my mouth. My back hit the rough stone wall and I slid down it, letting my head fall back, sweat beading on my skin. The silence between us was hea…