We are Grounders: Part 1 - Part 1

                                    

                                          
"Come on. These foxholes aren't gonna build themselves," Bellamy told them as they all worked on creating more tunnels around camp while Raven and Alia set the landmines. "Better hope those landmines work. With all the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades."
                          
	"You want to come over here and test one?" Raven asked him.
                          
	"Cute. I need this entire section mined by morning. Then you finish the south field."
                          
	"Hey," she stood and walked over to him, "I told you we're going after Finn, Clarke, and Monty in the morning."
                          
	"And I told you nobody leaves this camp."
                          
"Bell, we can't just leave them out there," Alia came to Raven's aid.
                          
	"We can't just abandon our people. You want to lead them? Show them you give a damn." They stopped as they heard a gunshot, rushing over to it.
                          
	"Hey, what the hell is the matter with you?" Bellamy demanded as he walked up to the kid who fired the shot.
                          
	"I'm sorry, man. I fell asleep. I've been on watch all day," he apologized.
                          
	"We've all been on watch all day," he grabbed his jacket. "That bullet was one less dead Grounder."
                          
	"Bell, you're scaring people," Octavia told him as a crowd formed around them.
                          
	"They should be scared." He let Sterling go and turned to face everyone else. "The bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! The Grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do. Clarke, Finn, and Monty are gone, probably dead, and if you want to be next, I can't stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive!"
                          
	"Bellamy, that's enough," Alia whispered as she walked up to him.
                          
	He took a breath. "Get back to work!" She sighed as he walked away.
                          
***
                          
	Myles groaned as Bellamy leant over the metal they had turned into a map of the camp, using rocks and sticks to stand for different things. He sighed, his head lowering.
                          
	"Hey, we're gonna figure this out," Alia told him, rubbing her hand up his back. Before they could say anything else, Jasper walked inside the dropship.
                          
	"Don't you think I want to go after them too?" Bellamy asked, seeing the way he looked at him.
                          
	"If it was you out there, you think Monty, Clarke, or Finn would hide behind these walls?"
                          
	"No," he answered honestly. "They'd go after me. Then they'd be dead too. I am doing what I think is right for the group."
                          
	"It's funny. You didn't think that way when Octavia went missing," he set his gun down.
                          
	"Where you going?"
                          
	"More gunpowder for your minefield, sir," he saluted mockingly before going upstairs.
                          
	"Water. Please," Myles groaned out.
                          
	"I'll get you some," Bellamy sighed before he walked out of the dropship, Alia following. They went to the water tent in silence, filling up a small cup before Bellamy's radio turned on.
                          
	"Hey, don't move," Murphy's voice came over it.
                          
	"Okay. Okay," Jasper told him. "It's cool."
                          
	"No, it's not. You know what'll happen to me if you tell Bellamy."
                          
	"Tell Bellamy what?" Bellamy asked over the radio.
                          
Murphy sighed. "Give me the radio, Jasper."