The wind howled outside, and rain pounded against the dropship’s metal walls. The storm was relentless, and each flash of lightning made your heart race. Most of the others were scattered, taking cover or working to secure supplies, but you knew Bellamy was inside. Hearing another crack of thunder, you quickly made your way to his quarters and knocked on the door.

“What do you need?” he asked from the other side, his voice steady and even.