Freedom Arms | Saturday

[fearisdeath]

If there were people coming back from a trip today, Bellamy didn't notice. He'd only vaguely gotten clued in to that they'd left. He'd been renewing his attempts at getting the hell off this island lately and had spent most of his time in the preserve or along the borders of the island.

He hadn't found anything of use but he wasn't giving up. Octavia wouldn't give up on him.

Bellamy was scribbling a few notes in a small notebook while behind the counter. The store was open.

[Open, no OCD]