The light flickering on from Bellamy's flashlight was the only source of light coming from the bunker they were trapped in. Harley had to blink a few times before her eyes adjusted to the beam, before she felt a gentle touch on her wrist. She turned her head to see it was only Octavia, passing her a flashlight that she had pulled from her bag. Nodding with a smile in thanks, Harley grasped the useful object and flicked the switch, watching as her own path lit up.

At least now, Harley could see clearer. She waved her flashlight around, noticing a path of dirty and rusted vehicles, recognizing them as transportations from the life before nuclear bombs. "Woah," she breathed out slowly, slightly amazed despite the conditions of them. "Cool."

"Where are we?" Sergeant Scott questioned, not nearly as astounded as Harley.

"It's like a garage," Bellamy answered.

Octavia pulled her sword from her sheath with her free hand, holding it close as if they were under attack. "More like a tomb."

Wandering forward, Harley studied each of the vehicles, seeing flat boards pinned to the bottom ledges with letters and numbers. "Look, I'm sorry about your man," Bellamy spoke up from behind her, speaking to the guards. "But we need to find an access door to Mount Weather. That fog will keep us pinned down for another.." He suddenly paused, stopping mid-sentence.

Harley turned around to see that Sergeant Scott was passing Bellamy a handgun, actually agreeing with him, which was slightly unexpected. "We'll split up, be back in fifteen. Be safe."

"Let's go!" Bellamy ordered, taking one path with Octavia trailing after him as Sergeant Scott lead the other way. Harley stood for a second, swiping her flashlight back and forth, unsure of which way to go when knowing possibly both sides hadn't wanted to deal with her, before shrugging to herself and jogging to catch up with the siblings.

After what had felt like hours of walking, and finding absolutely nothing that could lead them into Mount Weather, they came across a door with a large window next to it. Harley stood on her tiptoes, pressing her face against the glass and trying to peer in. Despite the flashlight she had lifted, pointed forward, she saw nothing but blackness. She frowned, wanting her curiosity to be fulfilled and see more belongings from the past.

Suddenly, there was an echoing screaming coming from where the three had come. Harley nearly leaped, her heart jumping into her throat as she whirled around, pointing her flashlight forward with a shaky hand. It sounded like a male, in extreme pain, right before it was over and the soft twinkling of music filled the frightening silence.

With wide eyes, Harley watched as Octavia and Bellamy began to veer towards the noise. "So we're going towards the screaming and creepy music?" She whispered, her words being ignored. After standing still for a second, she grimaced and followed the pair reluctantly, knowing that whatever they were walking into couldn't end well.

The soft beat of the music reflected with each careful step Harley took. It gave her a trembling sick feeling, as if something or someone was going to jump out and attack them with a bloody weapon at any moment. However, Octavia and Bellamy remained cautious by crouching to the side of one of the vehicles. Harley kept her eyes wide and peeled in the distance as she knelt, searching through the darkness illuminated by the gleams of light.

"Who's there?!" Bellamy called out, carefully wandering forward. Octavia remained crouched beside him, with her sword clutched and pointed forward.

Harley hadn't realized she was holding her breath until there was an odd sound in the distance, almost like someone chewing with their mouth open. After inhaling, she noticed there was a putrid smell in the air, making the ill feeling mix with fear. She clutched the flashlight tighter, turning around to attempt and find the source of it. "What is that?" She whispered loudly in question.

As Harley circled, the light fell on what she was searching for. Her eyes widened and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth, revolted by the sight of two burly men hunched over the guard they separated from, feasting on his insides. "Oh my god!" She cried out in surprise, loud enough to catch the attention of everyone. The cannibals whirled around, and immediately began running towards the group of three. Bellamy whirled around, pointing the gun he found on the ground forward and shooting them down.

Bringing her hands up, Harley covered her ears as the ringing from the shoots bounced off the walls. She watched in horror as the cannibals slumped to the ground, dead before slowly dropping her hands. "What the heck are they?!" She exclaimed, panic evident in her voice.

"Reapers," Octavia responded steadily. The name repeated a few times in Harley's head, unsure of what type of monster a reaper was. They almost looked like the grounders, she thought, except much more threatening with scary piercings and bumps on their face, covered in red, and the massive fact that they appeared to have a taste for people.

"Harley," Bellamy spoke up, reaching for his holster. "You need to take this." Harley looked to his direction, seeing he was holding the handgun he was given out in her direction. Her nature told her that she wanted to argue and didn't need it, but knew it wasn't the time for it. She knew all three of them needed to be armed with some type of weapon for their own safety. Harley nodded back, and to his disbelief that he shook off, she held the handgun tightly and pointed it forward. It was unsteady, and she probably could never make a kill shot whether she wanted to or not.

Harley lowered her flashlight when hearing another sound of chewing. She was on guard quickly, knowing there had to be another not too far. Bellamy turned around, scouring for the missing reaper, before the flashlight finally beamed on it. He loaded his gun, ready to shoot and making Harley look up, seeing another male eating Sergeant Scott before Octavia stopped him with a loud protest and a hand on his arm.

"It's Lincoln."

Upon lifting his head, Harley recognized him promptly. The last time she had seen him was on the bridge, when they were hoping for peace. He was different now, with blood dripping down his chin, white face paint, and dressed as one of the reapers she had seen before. He was much more scary now, as if the soft and kind streak Harley felt around him was gone. He let out a low growl, rising to his feet and staring down the three with a hungry and horrifying look on his face.

"Lincoln!" Octavia exclaimed desperately. "Lincoln it's me!" Lincoln didn't react, only storming forward, as if she wasn't speaking. "It's Octavia!"

Suddenly, Lincoln was close enough. Harley let out a shriek, stumbling back, but not far enough for him to tightly grip her arms. She dropped the gun in shock, feeling his hands digging into her skin leaving a bruising feeling as he lifted her, making her feet barely scrape the ground. Harley tried to fight back, kicking her legs before he had tossed her to the side as if she weighed nothing. She had no time to cover herself as she hit the stone wall, crying out in pain and nearly having the wind knocked out of her.

Harley pressed the palm of her hand against the back of her head while she laid spread on the ground, feeling the wet and sticky blood coming from the wound of the impact. She could hear Bellamy and Octavia shouting, making her turn her head slowly with a short wince just as she saw Octavia pick up the gun she had lost and shoot Lincoln in the leg before he could attack Bellamy. As if the shot barely affected him, he turned around, ready to strike once more before he was stopped by Bellamy wielding the butt of his gun and knocking him out.

Rushing over, Octavia bowed down next to Harley. She carefully put a hand on her back, helping her sit up. "Are you alright?" She asked worriedly, eyeing the wounded girl with concern for her welfare.

Nodding slowly, Harley tried to brush off the sharp stinging in the back of her head. Her back hurt the most, like she had a large bruise on it from being thrown against the wall. "I'm - I'm fine," she said softly in a stammer, grasping the offered arm Octavia gave her and gradually steadying herself on her feet. She didn't feel so fine, but she knew she couldn't be the main concern. They were stuck inside the garage with one reaper that they didn't want to hurt, possibly more, and the acid fog wasn't letting up any time soon.

After Bellamy noticed that Lincoln was beginning to stir, he motioned for the two girls to follow him. "We need to get somewhere safe," he stated. Octavia agreed, keeping her arm woven around Harley's to follow him. She could only wonder where they could be safe in a tomb like this.

The only place that Bellamy could think of was the space that Harley couldn't see into, figuring that a locked door and a window Lincoln couldn't peek through was their only secured space until they figured out how to handle him. Octavia was panting loudly beside her brother, while Harley kept her side pressed to the wall with her knees to her chest, while her head was down. It ached to do so, but she tried not to think about it. If it was anything serious, she'd assume she would have been knocked unconscious in the process.

"He's a reaper," Octavia breathed out in astonishment. Harley picked her head up, glimpsing towards the panicking girl. "How is it even possible? He just, looked right through me - " She was stopped when there was a crashing sound from outside the room, and Lincoln limping appeared on the other side of the window.

"Shhh," Bellamy hushed her. Harley bit onto her lower lip, watching with wide eyes as Lincoln looked through the glass. It was almost as if he was staring right at them, blood flowing through his mouth, ravenous. She knew he couldn't see them, but the way he was staring at them was so threatening, she had felt sick with terror. She noticed that even Octavia, who she admired for being so brave all the time, was shaking with dread.

Lincoln pressed his hand to the glass, splattering it with blood and dragging it across, before he left with a loud grunt. Harley breathed out through her nose in a quiet whistle, slightly relieved from being left alone, but not for long, she realized.

"We'll get him back," Bellamy mumbled, assuring his sister. "I promise."

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The search for Lincoln took longer than Harley expected. She assumed the acid fog had cleared up, but she knew that they weren't leaving without capturing Lincoln and helping him. Her back still hurt, but her head had stopped bleeding, and at this point she was more worried about the kind man who had somehow became a flesh eating monster despite him hurting her. The three had bounced from the inside of vehicle to vehicle, hiding until they could exact Lincoln's exact location.

When hearing the pattering of heavy footsteps, Bellamy popped open the vehicle's door and stepped out, clutching his gun. Octavia followed after him her sword back in her sheath. Harley had the handgun she was given before tucked away, knowing their intentions weren't going to be to kill Lincoln.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Bellamy asked Octavia. She nodded back, even though Harley thought she had seemed unsure. "Okay, draw him in, and I'll do the rest."

Knowing that her only job was to stay put and not get killed, Harley remained behind Bellamy, pressed against the side of the vehicle. It was silent as Octavia paced away from them, before she was finally announcing her presence. "Lincoln! Lincoln, can you hear me?!" Harley froze when hearing the faint growling and more heavy footsteps.

Octavia was back, retreating to the other side of the vehicle opposite of them while holding her flashlight upright. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Hey!" Bellamy shouted, stalking forward and pulling out his shock baton that he swiped off one of the deceased guards. Lincoln whirled around, but before he could pounce, Bellamy pressed the baton against his neck. Harley could hear him howl in pain, twitching from the electricity before he collapsed to the ground.

Peering over the back of the vehicle with a timid, chilling expression, Harley questioned. "Now what?"

Bellamy answered simply. "Now we take him home."