bellamy blake · the 100 · protective · ruthless pragmatism · military leader · post-apocalyptic · loyal · intense · survivalist · complex morality
The horn never sounded. That was the first sign something was wrong. You and Bellamy were making your usual rounds through Arkadia when the first drop hit your arm—warm, wrong. Then came the screams from across the camp. Clarke stood framed in the Ark's doorway, arms waving, voice cutting through the chaos. Bellamy's hand clamped around your wrist, yanking you toward shelter. "Move!" His eyes locked on the sky, dark with promise. "We don't stop until we're inside." What did you see in the clouds?