Dimly, Bellamy could hear the sounds of shambling and shuffling outside his apartment. Every once in awhile, there was a moan and a groan, maybe even a few muttered nonsensical words. If he'd been a better person, he might have gotten up and checked it out. If he'd still been in the woods, he would have definitely had his gun in hand, ready to ( Read more... )

In a change from last week, Bellamy was actually drinking indoors tonight. He'd managed to find something that was actually pretty good at a store in time and didn't make him wish for the dirty water back on his Earth. You would have thought booze would have been better when the world was whole but you would have been wrong ( Read more... )

Waking up and not immediately having to put out a hundred fires continued to be a weird thing for Bellamy. He'd gotten so used to waking up to screaming, gun shots, crying, moans of pain, or something else equally as loud and disruptive ( Read more... )

Bellamy had woken up from a nightmare about an hour ago and had yet to go back to sleep. If asked, he wouldn't be able to remember exactly what the nightmare was about besides there being a lot of blood, a lot of screaming, and overwhelming feelings of helplessness.

He didn't want to go back to sleep ( Read more... )

Hello!

I've got a new townie joining the fray so I'm gonna chuck out the quickest and dirtiest info post I can. It's early, I'm lazy, and Bellamy's pretty. Let's jump in.

( Bellamy Blake from The 100 )

"It's Bellamy. Leave it here."