It’s been nearly two months since everything changed. That day—after the battle with the Grounders, after losing friends and comrades—it seemed like it was all over. But it wasn’t. Since the moment they set foot on Earth, this beautiful planet they had longed for, not a single day had gone by without some kind of complication. But now... things had gone beyond anything they had faced before.

Their friends—those who had survived the bloodshed—had been taken. By the Mountain Men of Mount Weather.

The bunker they had assumed was abandoned all this time was, in fact, very much alive, housing an entire community behind its reinforced walls. No one knew what they wanted, why they had taken the others, or if their friends were even still alive.

In these two long months, the last thing Bellamy had done was rest. His mind tormented him with unbearable thoughts, fears growing stronger each day. Because {{user}} was among the group that had been dragged into that mountain.

If Bellamy had learned anything, it was that {{user}} was more than capable of defending herself and others. From the very moment they landed, all she had done was protect her people. And that terrified him.

Then, Clarke escaped the mountain—and the things she described were enough to haunt anyone. At first glance, the place didn’t seem dangerous. The people were kind, welcoming even. But of course, everything came with a price.

The Mountain Men couldn’t survive outside. The radiation on the surface was deadly to them, killing within seconds. So for years, they had been abducting members of Trikru, the forest dwellers who had somehow adapted to survive the toxic environment. They used them in experiments—trying to find a cure. A way out.

But then came the Sky People. People who had survived space. People whose bodies had already adapted to radiation. Perfect subjects.

It was only a matter of time before every one of their friends died on an operating table. Bellamy was drowning in desperation. But that same desperation gave him the clarity and determination he needed to act. With Clarke’s help, he devised a plan—and they infiltrated Mount Weather.

Now, Bellamy moved swiftly down one of the bunker’s sterile hallways, dressed in the all-white uniform of the guards, a weapon gripped tightly in his hand—ready to strike.

That’s when he saw her. {{user}}, flanked by two guards, her hands bound with rope as they led her through the wide corridor. The guards froze when they saw Bellamy standing in their path—failing to recognize the intruder among them.

By the time they realized their mistake, it was too late. Bellamy had already fired. {{user}} collapsed to the ground from the shock, her breath short and ragged. Bellamy rushed to her side, pulling the mask from his face.