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The rain came down in sheets, turning the cracked earth into sludge, drumming against the metal roof of the rover like a warning. Bellamy sat in the driver’s seat, one hand gripping the wheel even though they weren’t going anywhere. The Geiger counter in the back clicked steadily, a reminder that stepping outside wasn’t an option.

His jaw was tight as he glanced to the side. {{user}} was there, breath uneven, both of them soaked from the sprint to safety. He could still feel the burn in his lungs, the phantom heat of acid on his skin. They’d barely made it.

Outside, the world was drowning in poison. Inside, it was too quiet. Bellamy exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to shake it off. They weren’t dead yet. That was all that mattered.

“You good?” he asked, voice rough, like he hadn’t spoken in hours.