Charlotte followed us closely. I doubted she had ever been out of the camp before. She held onto the knife Bellamy gave her tightly.

We walked through that damn forest for hours, hunting for anything we could take back to the others at camp. Without much luck, of course.

I was walking a few steps behind Bellamy when I started to smell something strange, like a sour-like smell kind of like sulphur.

"Uh, Bellamy?" I asked, getting uneasy.

'What?" He called back, his hatchet clutched in his hand.

"Do you smell that?"

"Smell what," he looked back, seeming confused. Then his eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open a little.

I looked behind me to see Charlotte, but just behind her was a cloud unlike any that I'd ever seen before. It was a yellowish colour and I could see small sparks of electricity inside it.

I reached my hand out for Charlotte, who had also looked back to see why we were looking behind her like that.

In the distance, we heard a loud blood curdling scream. I yanked Charlotte and we began to run.

I tried not to trip over roots and twigs but it was hard. My heart was beating erratically and I was being slowed down by Charlotte, who couldn't keep up with my long strides.

"Keep up!" I yelled behind me. In the distance, we could still hear the shrieks and screams of those taken by the fog. What was it?

"Bellamy, run!" I screamed as I saw the fog creep faster. He looked back and reached back, extending his arm.

"Take it!"

I gripped onto it and he pulled us along faster. I almost tripped a few times but Bellamy caught me, quickly dragging me back up again. We scrambled up a hill, desperately trying to reach higher ground. Hopefully the fog wouldn't be able to reach us.

Then he yanked us to the side and into a cave. My heart felt like it was stuck in my throat. Charlotte's hand was slipping in mine due to the sweat. We all but fell into the cave and I tripped forward, landing on Bellamy's back. We lurched forward and onto the floor. I heard him grunt before I quickly rolled over him.

"I'm so sorry," I said, feeling a crimson blush make its way across my features. He sat up and looked at me. He didn't reply.

"When do you think the fog will go?" I asked, trying to get rid of the awkward feeling in the air.

"Who knows, sweetheart. This is Earth," he replied, shrugging.

I bit my lip and sat down against the wall opposite him. Near the mouth of the cave, Charlotte stood quietly.

"Come, sit down," I huffed to her, still a little out of breath.

She nodded and walked over, sitting across from the both of us.

"Do you," I paused. "Do you think anyone else made it?" I asked, feeling bile creep into my throat.

"I hope so, we need people to build the wall," Bellamy answered.

"And, you know, because they're people and don't deserve to die like that," I said, cocking my head at him, as though in question.

"Yeah, that too," he agreed, wiping his nose, knife clutched in his hand. I shook my head.

"Fucking unbelievable," I muttered.

"What was that, sweetheart? Do you want to speak up?" Bellamy hissed, glaring at me.

"Those are people's lives you're talking about! They aren't just here to do your fucking bidding," I raged, rushing to my feet. He also stood, eyes glinting maliciously.

"They won't even have lives for much longer unless we prepare ourselves. The Grounders are out there, and they are dangerous."

"And how does ordering them around help them, huh?"

"Someone needs to be in charge, otherwise, nothing would get done around here," Bellamy was breathing heavily through his nose, knife clenched tightly in his fist. I looked down at it.

"What about Murphy then, hmm?! Explain how having someone in charge around that doesn't even give a fucking shit about the people doing things for him! He just stands around all day and treats everyone like we're fucking scum on the bottom of his shoes!" I screamed, throwing my fists around. He ground his jaw.

"Fear is what keeps them working!"

"Fear gets you killed!"

"Please stop!" I heard a small voice say. Charlotte. Shit, I forgot she was still here.

Bellamy's face was inches from mine and I could see every detail in his features. I could see how prominent his freckles were up close. I could see exactly what shade of brown eyes he had. I could see the outline of his jaw. I could see the corners of his mouth, which were much easier to see when he smiled. His nose was flaring, taking deep breaths in and out. He stood there, fists clenched and eyes raging. His mouth was pressed into a firm line.

Then, just like we had not just had a go at each other, he smiled, exposing those corners on either side of his mouth.

"You know what, sweetheart? You're right. I don't care. I don't care about these people's lives. I don't care that they get treated badly and I certainly don't care about you," he continued to smile, despite the look on my face. It must have been a good reaction because his smile seemed to grow. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"So, if I were to go and walk out into that fog, you wouldn't stop me?"

He smirked, looking into my eyes.

"Whatever the hell you want."

Updated on the 4th of March.