I Volunteer

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @shiloh

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THE HELL WE WANT

Ever since the discovery of guns, two things had grown in Bellamy. The first, was confidence. Not necessarily in himself, but in the fact that they now had long range weapons that they could properly defend themselves with. They now stood a chance against the damn Grounders. And with Raven fixing up the bullets, well, it made the guns more functional than one would assume a barrel of guns would be after nearly a decade. Helped that they were doused in oil as well. Someone clearly had them there to preserve them.

The second, was his determination. After nearly fleeing the camp, staying after convinced by Clarke . . . Bellamy felt more determined to help the others. To protect them. He had a lot to make up for with the culling, and he wouldn't leave until he ensured the others were safe. No matter how long that took. Right now, he was preparing for a small trip outside the safety of their walls with another delinquent. They were getting ready to hunt, and Bellamy had offered to go out there.

 The other had volunteered when they were trying to determine who else would go. So Bellamy was equipped, gun strapped over his shoulder and his pack over the other, his axe hooked at his waist, a blade tucked away, and a spear for the actual hunt if the animal was too far away. They needed to save the ammo for the grounders, so it was best not to shoot their meal. And safer, in terms of it being actually edible. Waiting at the gate he saw the other approach, handing her a pack, within it a little bit of food, water, a blanket and a cover should they encounter acid fog. "Ready?" He asked, looking her over to see if she was up for this. It wasn't exactly safe going out there, even with all they were prepared with.

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Shiloh still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not. On the one hand, it would give her a chance to get a solid look at the world beyond the walls of the camp. If they were going to survive long-term, they needed to start planning. Seeing what sort of food was available nearby and in what quantities would help with that. On the other hand, Shiloh had never been hunting. She was probably terrible at it. But the main reason for her uncertainty came from her companion on this current venture – Bellamy Blake.

From the moment they hit the ground, Shiloh had been convinced Bellamy was going to get people killed. He was too impulsive with not enough foresight. Survival here required banding together, not preaching anarchy. But something had happened in recent days. Bellamy was changing. Shiloh wouldn’t exactly classify him as a selfless leader. Not yet. But he was different, and she wanted a chance to see it up close. Because whether he knew it or not, the survival of this merry little band just might hinge on his sanity. Could he handle that or was it time to talk Clarke into staging a coup? Shiloh really didn’t know. So when Bellamy had mentioned volunteers, she had spoken up. Hopefully this little expedition would give her a better idea of exactly where their fearless leader stood.

Bellamy was already waiting at the gate when she got there. He held out a bag, and Shiloh slid the strap over her shoulder. She had managed to get hold of a knife as well. Most of the others teenagers were more enamored with the guns now, so it was a little easier to get a hand on the cruder weapons. Not that Shiloh would probably be much good with a knife. But still. Slim odds were better than none. She couldn’t stop her eyes from sliding briefly to Bellamy’s gun, even though the sight of him with a firearm didn’t make her as nervous as it once had. He didn’t seem quite as likely now to use it to bend someone to his will. Shiloh nodded in answer to Bellamy’s question, squaring her shoulder in an effort to look a little less like a useless bookworm. “Lead the way.”