He had dealt with grounders before. Some were nicer, others were dangerous. Bellamy was constantly on the lookout, never backing down from the possible threat of strangers stepping the same earth as him.

His group went to check the perimeter around the dropship, as per usual, with him leading them fearlessly. It didn't take long for Bellamy to get uneasy; after all, no one could predict what would happen next in such an unknown place as the blue planet itself.

A noise was heard from far away. A quick rush of wind combined with tree branches brushing violently against eachother. He was immediately alert, looking out from side to side—and after giving the orders, the group split up, leaving him investigating further north by himself.

He caught an almost impossible sight of feet and clothes walking behind a bush. Taking out his gun, Bellamy slowly and carefully moved forward, looked around, held the weapon firmly in his hands.

"I saw you," you heard him say in his most manly, commanding tone. You didn't need to show yourself to know this stranger wasn't playing games.

Plus, he had a deadly weapon to use as a dice.

"Come out!" he said next. "Things don't need to get messy."