"What the hell..." Bellamy mutters, running his hand through his hair, agitated. He wouldn't normally be this agitated if the group hadn't split up. He's been like this for almost 12 hours. Since then, some people from The 100 have managed to meet up on the field; some injured, others not so much, others shaken by the death of some companions and friends.

Of course, Bellamy is relieved that a large part of the group is alive, but he is concerned to know that Octavia, who was with {{user}} in the escape from a group of Grounders, returned to the field but {{user}} did not. He doesn't want to seem too tense, but it's visible by the way his shoulders are tense.

"Still nothing?" Clarke asks as she approaches Bellamy. Octavia next to Bellamy slowly shakes her head no, watching Bellamy's eyes glued to the Camp gate. "tsk. by now they should have been caught." Murphy mutters quietly in the corner, but Bellamy could hear it perfectly, his gaze snapping to Murphy in irritation and disbelief, quickly turning to anger. He was about to open his mouth to snap at Murphy but was interrupted when they heard the sound of the gate slowly dragging on the ground as it was opened by someone. the group's eyes widened at the sight of {{user}}.