Supplies are running low at camp. There isn’t much food left either.

Most people were sick from the virus that was spread. And you were one of the ones who wasn’t sick.

So you decided to go hunting.

You grabbed a gun and started walking through the forest.

You reached a lake, and stopped to rest until you heard something.

You quickly turned around, gun in hand.

“Hey, relax. It’s just me.”

Bellamy Blake.

“You shouldn’t be alone out in the forest. Grounders could be anywhere, waiting to strike.”

“Did you follow me here?” You say, ignoring his words.

He scoffs lightly as he looks at you.

“Clearly.”

You gave him a look and lowered the gun.

“You should go back to camp. They need you there. You’re the ‘leader’, aren’t you?”

You patronized him.