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death era, part one. bellamy blake x fem!oc
summary 📣: with a cross over of the 100 x the walking dead, a group of young adults find themselves amongst a zombie apocalypse
warnings 🚫: violence, swearing, and...
slater’s note 🗯: i just decided to pull the trigger and post this because i’ve been wanting to for awhile (and for my followers/cobra kai fans, i’ll be posting requests soon)
nights like these made athena glad she’s alive. those nights are rare, but they were real and they happened, but only for a little while.
the wind rustles through her hair while the pitch dark night sky had a tint of navy blue in it. the stars were bright and she just let it all seep into her skin. eyes closed, head tilted back, while her lips were pressed in a relaxed line, breathing in and out with relief.
the fire makes sounds like small twigs breaking beneath the pressure of ones foot, it’s almost too loud, too bright, but it created heat and athena needed heat if she was going to get through the night, at least while she was conscious.
athena exhales, lowering her eyes back to the small fire inked out in orange and yellow, so pretty but so dangerous. it could take out the whole forest if it wasn’t tamed.
everything was so pretty and peaceful in that moment, but like she knew, those moments were rare and barely happened, so when she heard the real break of a branch, not the fire, she was ready and not surprised that the peaceful moment came down shattering, like broken glass.
she had the gun pointed at a man who was quick to throw up his hands in surrender, but his legs continued to move, slowly, and steadily.
“stop moving.”
“calm down, little girl, i’m just here for the heat.”
“the heat isn’t to share so stop fucking moving,” she wasn’t scared, people like him didn't scare her. the kind of people who traveled alone and put up the defense that they weren’t scared when deep down they were just cowards who stole things that weren’t theirs.
she cocked her gun, following him as he made the movements to begin to circle her. she knew that trick, it was one made to intimidate people, to catch people a little off their guard. when would they strike? what would they do? how would they do it?
his hands were still up, that meant he was stalling and he was thinking of a plan. she had her gun still raised, athena wasn’t concerned, he could come charging at her and he’d be another life added to her list, “you come any closer now i’ll shoot you.”
“i don’t believe you, little girl,” he stopped right across from her, the fire flaming up his body from the angle he was at. his hands lowered slowly but he still kept his shoulders up in hesitation, like he was trying to figure her out.
the nickname angered her, it made her think he must have done it on purpose to defy her, to anger her from her calm exterior, but from the position he was in made her think otherwise, he didn’t seem that smart.
“you don't have to believe me, it’s just what’s gonna happen.”
he breathed out, “i just want to share the fire.”
everyone wanted fire but not everyone was willing to share it. there was always that hesitation in the back of everyone’s brain the gnawed away, wondering whether or not if in the moment you were going to die, that that person, that stranger sitting across from you, were they going to kill you?
athena, she wasn’t afraid to die, it was like her whole life she had been preparing to do so. everyone died, it was the outcome of everything and you couldn't prevent it.
no one should be afraid to die.
she pulled the trigger, air exhaling out from her nostrils in some sort of relief of pressure, “it’s not yours to share.”
she watches his body sink to the ground, folding to his knees before falling over on his side. no one should be afraid.
not even the cowards.
“you shot him.”
athena froze, she could feel her heart in her throat.
so he wasn't alone...
she flipped around just like before with her gun raised just as high, pointing at the more built man who looked quite opposite to the man she had just shot. this man was younger, and yet more built. he had muscle and meat on him while the other one looked to be only skin and bones.
“he wouldn't leave.”
“you didn't ask him to.”
“i asked him to stop moving.”
“he did.”
“he would have killed me.”
“now how do you know that?”
she pursed her lips, the feeling of air almost felt entirely pushed out of her throat like she was suffocating. this man for some reason made her feel a lot more nervous than she usually was with other people.
it was because he didn't seem scared, he seemed comfortable, like talking to her was a normal thing and they were only old friends who just came across eachother. and those were the type of people that worried her.
“i just wanted him to ask you some questions,” he finally said, his arms lightly raising as if to caution her more than himself, “just some questions, nothing dangerous.”
“questions can be dangerous,” she mumbled quickly, her arms beginning to hurt from the position she had been holding for so long and uncomfortably.
“not the ones he was asking.”
“then why didn't you ask them yourself?” she quirked a brow, “you seem to know you were going to get your friend killed but if you knew your questions weren't dangerous how come you didn't ask them yourself?”
she stumped him, he pursed his lips while exhaling audibly through his nose, “i’ve been watching you, i knew you would've shot before he had sat down, and look at that, i was right.”
she was caught off guard, her posture and hold on the gun slightly weakening as she narrowed her brows at him, her jaw clenching. that was her worst nightmare, being watched, but it had never actually happened before because she was good at what she did, she was silent and could sense things very easily. apparently not as well as she thought.
“I've been watching you,” he repeated, licking his lips slightly and quickly, “i think you can help me-”
“why would i help you?-”
“because i’ll kill you if you don’t.”
she scoffed, slightly tilting her head to the side while her eyes were closed a bit, “that’d be really nice wouldn't it?” she lowered her gun, turning her back to him, no longer perceiving him as a threat, not as a big one anyways, if he wanted to kill her, he would’ve already, if he wanted to hurt her, he would’ve done that the moment she shot his friend or even during the moments he had been supposedly watching her.
what he said was a stupid thing to say.
“dying is a luxury not all of us are privileged with,” she mumbled, looking back up at the blanketed sky full of bright stars that could light up a room like a lamp, “you’re gonna have to come up with a better threat if you want me to help you.”
he presses his lips together, watching athena discreteetly before rubbing his face in frustration while tipping on the back of his heel. the man before her was not used to rejection, and athena could tell even with her back turned to him.
“you’re athena,” he mumbles, saying it precisely as if he was about it give her a whole speech, already having a new plan.
he was hoping to pull this one out later, but he hadn't planned to be practically laughed at after his key sentence that was supposed to start it all, I'm going to kill you.
it made her freeze, tightening her grip on the gun she still had in her hand.
her name, how the fuck did he know that?
him knowing her name seemed to be scarier than the threat of death.
“you’re athena, and you’ve been alone for how many days now?”
he continued to stare at the back of her head, waiting for her to just turn around with the shocked expression he just knew she had on. just waiting for her to turn around so he could redeem himself, so he could have the upper hand once again.
but the truth was, he never did have the upper hand. if he wanted it, he would have had a gun pointed to the back of her head, he would have been the one to confront her instead of using that poor skeleton man already bound for death.
athena was always the one with the upper hand. the hand gun now once again pointed to him, her body turned just as he wished but not with the expression he had expected.
she glared, her eyes in slits as she was just daring him to make a move.
“you leave me alone now,” she whispered, her voice filled with so much will and power that he couldn't mistake it for anything else, “i don’t care who you are or how you know my name, just get the hell away from me before i blow your brains out.”
the 100/bellamy blake in a zombie apocalypse.
summary 📣: what the 100 cast and bellamy blake are like in the zombie apocalypse
warnings 🚫: swearing, ZOMBIES!1!1!
slater’s note 🗯: uh yuh i love the concept of the 100 x the walking dead/zombie apocalypse so...
➪ he’s a natural born leader that at first is very cautious on allowing others to join his group but then when he creates a camp and starts to rebuild (like alexandria, hilltop, the kingdom, etc), he’s very eager on allowing people to join
➪ he has such a soft spot for people who have sob stories and that honestly betrays him in the future, especially with children apart of other groups, trying to bait him to bring his community/camp down
➪ this man honestly loved being the leader when the apocalypse first started but as it continued on and things got rougher and rougher, it bears on his shoulders and the fun that he saw in it at first just leaves his head
➪ he holds literally all his pain/feelings in because he doesn’t know how to do anything else
➪ he needs to make sure everyone is safe, he’s the type of person to do headcounts every second anytime they’re doing scavenging runs in large groups
➪ “hey, where’s murphy? he was literally here a second ago?”
➪ or “octavia, you run off again... i’ll beat your ass.”
➪ man literally has no patience in the zombie apocalypse
➪ he goes psychotic/m.i.a at some point in time before he becomes a full community leader and like chops off zombie heads for fun and puts their blood/guts on himself so he can walk in their herds without being eaten (ex: like nick clark in ftwd)
➪ that’s so weird to say sorry 😭
➪ but deadass low key feel like he becomes depressed at some points but what keeps him going is making sure others he cares about are alive and well
➪ octavia is a literal wandering butterfly during the start and he has to work his ass off just to make sure she doesn’t die
➪ like she literally is so fascinated by the walkers/zombies that she’ll try to get as close as she can and almost die only for bellamy to pull her away quickly scolding the shit out of her
➪ “o, how many times do i have to tell you? the dead is not to be messed with.”
➪ octavia and lincoln are apart of two different rivalry groups, sort of like a romeo and juliette complex
➪ bellamy and octavia are such a badass duo, like her with her sword that she like finds in a museum (or something like that???) and bellamy with like a hatchet trying to get their group to safety
➪ raven is still the brain of the group and bellamy’s right hand man when it comes to getting out of tight situations with other rivalry groups
➪ she scolds him 24/7 and everytime he approaches her with a problem and before he can get a word out about it she’s like:
➪ “what’d you do this time?” or “who’d you piss off now?” and “what problem do i have to fix for you this time dear bellamy?”
➪ murphy is a literal MENACE 
➪ he’ll get himself in more dangerous situations than octavia and he does it so much it’s to the point the group doesn’t even try to help him
➪ he struggles real hard when nobody does anything for him but ends up having to save himself
➪ low key just dramatic and sarcastic but he’s what deadass keeps the group going even though he’s 99.9% reason of why most arguments start
➪ “shut up murphy, you don’t even know what’s going on” or “murphy you’re a fucking dumbass” or “murphy, the reason you’re even alive is because of me”
➪ anyways to end this, i’ll just say, at night, when bellamy needs to calm down, he stares up at the stars and just exhales, searching for the big dipper or signs he can recognize
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death era.
part eight of n/a.
ricky rocks. flash back episode !!!
“everyone needs to just shut up,” echo doesn’t look at any of them and yet her eyes are wild and unable to stay in one place. “we have to figure a way out of here.”
she can feel her heart in her throat upon the dawning reality that she had no plan and half the people in the room with her were a bunch of dimwits.
“that’s kinda a hard thing to do when you told us to shut up.”
“keep your comments to yourself before i take that gun back, john.”
murphy rolls his eyes at the sound of his name; at the sound of the way she says it. it’s always so hostile and harsh whenever it comes out of her mouth and it only makes him hate it more.
it reminds him of the way his mother used to say it.
“why don’t we just leave, simple as that?”
“we can’t just do that, murphy. there are still other people here,” raven still sits on the floor, watching the two.
“yeah, people that are probably already dead and if not, who do you think the ones that are gonna get killed going to be when we come to their rescue?”
“that’s so classic of you, murphy.”
“what do you suggest we do then?” he turns his chin fast to face octavia who gives him an irritated look.
wow, wasn’t he just a crowd pleaser today.
“we wait till bellamy wakes up.”
“bellamy?” murphy looks disgusted, glancing down to him and his peaceful state in octavia’s lap. “i like him much better knocked out.”
“we don’t have time for that… or this,” echo shakes her head, interrupting the nasty stare octavia gave that would ultimately lead to an argument. “you better hope he wakes up soon because i’m not carrying him.”
“maybe if you didn’t hit him so damn hard.”
“hey, shut it, murphy. otherwise you’ll be right with your pal, bellamy.”
he grumbles, turning his shoulder away from them, “what’re you looking at?” his eyes suddenly meet the face of a boy he had never notice up until now.
the skinny boy with black hair was quick to put his hands up in defense, scooting further away from the menacing stare murphy continued to force in on him.
“that’s what i thought, string bean.”
this was the least ideal situation to be in with the least ideal group to be together. outside of this moment, not one of them would have willingly step foot to be among one another.
although the base was big but filled with a small amount of people, their worlds barely ever collided.
“alright, what do you wanna do echo?”
she blinks, looking down to raven who looks like a little kid with her legs crossed. she feels her chest swell up with importance at the undivided attention and suddenly a drive of adrenaline flows through her veins once again.
echo hated everyone. it was easy to tell. her parents died at her ripe age of 7 where she was handed off to a strict military woman who beat her own values of no remorse, empathy, or emotion into her. that woman died the moment the virus took over the base and echo couldn’t have been more happy—until they didn’t let her leave.
no one was allowed to leave, for their own good as they would say. the remaining adults of the base had an idea that they could repopulate and help rid of the disease that turned the dead into living once more. but here they were, the remaining adults being what they feared and echo being in a room of people she hated—except raven. now, she could stand raven.
“i’m all ears. whatever you need me to do, i’ll do.”
echo smiles, yeah, she didn’t mind her at all. raven was the only one with a couple brain cells who could function.
“try to wake boy toy up, then let’s kill the rest of these fuckers.”
**
it didn’t take much to wake bellamy up, but it took a lot to calm him down.
“why would i trust you?”
“because i’m the one with the gun,” her teeth shine past her lips in a snide look at his clear upset state.
it only provoked him more, taking a step closer, but echo is far from fazed. she knew bellamy and the type of person he was, therefore she felt far from inferior when around him like she knew he was trying to do.
before the fall, echo spent her whole first year in basic combat training with him due to him shadowing the instructor. he was a douchebag who thrived on proving his superiority over the younger trainees, including echo.
“bellamy, just listen to her,” octavia forced herself into his peripheral vision, hoping he’d step away from her. “we have no other options and echo knows what she’s doing.”
“and i don’t?”
“you seem to have forgotten she had you out cold moments ago, buddy.”
“murphy, i’ll kill you.”
“woah, woah, woah,” mock marinates in his voice. “she’s the one with the gun, don’t think she’ll let that happen.”
“i wouldn’t be against it.”
civility was hard to achieve, especially in the beginning.
“will you all just calm down,” raven stands a foot back with her arms crossed. “if we want to get out of here, we need to execute now. the breakers are all the way on the other side of the building and who knows how many scavs are outside this door.”
it took five minutes for raven to come up with a plan to get out and that was through the breakers—the security and maintenance room, where everything was watched through cameras and where the switches to shut down all the power was. in order to leave, all the security monitors, locked doors, and ultimately the big gate at the front of the base that kept all of them in was all electrically ran and needed to be shut down.
so to get out, shit needed to be shut down.
bellamy finally breaks away from echo, turning his gaze to the other girl, “how do you expect to do that with the millions of doors that you all need a pin to, leading to that room?”
“it’s not hard,” a voice sounds from behind them all, causing them to turn. “if you break the panel and move one wire to another, the door opens just as easy as if you were to know the pin.”
they stare at him blankly in surprise as raven tries her best to conceal her smile, already anticipating this. the boy swallows nervously at the pressure of their uninviting stares suddenly on him, “it’s easy. a 10 year old could do it.”
bellamy narrows his look on him even more, “what’s your name?”
“monty. monty green,” he takes a step closer, almost expecting to shake his hand—but bellamy’s hostile stare made him rock back on his feet.
“and then after that, monty? the only people who had access to the breaker room were ones with a key card.”
“good thing i’m in charge then.”
they all turn back to echo who holds out a white and green plastic key card in all its glory.
“how the hell did you get a key card? sargent wouldn’t even clear you for a gun,” murphy narrows his gaze on her with confusion, slowly stepping forward.
“they don’t even hand those out to guards.”
“well, good thing i’m better than a guard,” she smirks, stuffing it in her back pocket. “now let’s go.”
**
the hallways were eerily empty.
echo had her mask pulled back up to the base of her face where only her dark eyes were the most distinguishable feature to the others. she scanned the little space that filled the area, leading the group down what seemed to be the hallway to their doom.
she didn’t like it one bit.
moments before she had knocked bellamy unconscious, she had watched the scavs from the watch tower take over every little home and minor building, burning them to the ground after ransacking each one. they would have no where else to be but the inside of this building—and yet, no one in sight.
“this doesn’t feel right.”
“what, you scared?”
murphy doesn’t reply.
“maybe they just all left.”
“that’s wishful thinking,” echo’s low voice sounds hollow as she leads them around a corner and toward the entrance where authorized staff only was printed largely on a sign nailed to the surface of the doors. she gripped her rifle tighter and tighter as seconds passed by with no sound, no movement, and no person was in sight.
bellamy followed from the back with his own gun that echo was reluctant about giving him until he reminded her he was their best shot.
the silence was a blessing. there were nights where bellamy longed for this type of stillness, for the break down of his up tight lifestyle. and now here it was, handed to him in his lap, yet something was off and this felt even worse compared to the norm.
“already, green, time to shine,” echo dropped her gun from position as well as pulling down the cloth that concealed her face. she glanced to bellamy, sharing a look of agreement that they were still in the clear. “get this door open and you’re golden.”
he nodded, dropping to his knees before the pin pad that was placed neatly next to the steel door. they watch him pop the cover off simply before once again pulling another layer that concealed the wiring to the door. he rips at the nest of colorful snakes before glancing at them all, smiling at their narrowed looks.
“i used to watch my dad do this all the time as a kid, wanted to be just like him. so while you all were sent to train and beat your bodies down, i was taught this,” he works as he speaks before finally pulling away and looking to the door. they follow his gaze but are met with disappointment when there’s no sign of acceptance to his fiddling.
monty makes a sound of confusion, a crease forming between his brow as he looks at the door, then the mangled key pad.
“i’m guessing that’s not supposed to happen.”
“what clued you on to that?”
“they must have changed their wiring in the past month, otherwise i don’t understand why this wouldn’t have worked,” he still stares at his work, disappointed.
“so… we can’t get in?” bellamy is losing patience.
“no, we can. it’ll just take me a lot longer.”
“how much longer?”
“say, 7 minutes.”
“christ,” bellamy pinches the bridge of his nose. “we don’t have that time.”
“we actually don’t know what time we do have… considering-“
“murphy, shut the fuck up. i’m not waiting that long, i’ll find another way.”
“bellamy, you can’t just-“
he’s right back around the corner and toward where they came from with no attempt to listen to their persistence. he was impatient and itching to get out of that building. if he didn’t find a way soon, he would lose his mind.
these hallways with florescent lights were the center of his nightmares. he found himself lost in what was an exact replica of it, wandering and desperate to get out. just like right now.
he grew up in these halls. every waking moment of his life were spent within these halls of the base. he hated it. he wished the scavs would have burned down this building first.
“don’t move.”
there was a nose of a gun suddenly practically pressed to bellamy’s own nose. he jerked back out of shock, neglecting to process who was on the other side of the rifle till he found himself pinned.
“who are you? why’re you here?”
bellamy’s eyes find theirs before anything else till the question is repeated again, “huh? who the fuck are you?”
a girl.
he finds himself slowly lower his arms upon realization, “who’re you?”
“your worst fuckin’ nightmare if you don’t give me a straight answer.”
he recognized this girl.
“relax, i’m just trying to get out of here.”
“hard thing to do when the gates won’t open.”
“you’re trying to get to the breakers,” he speaks his thoughts aloud.
her eyes narrow, “why would you know that?”
“because you’re not the only one trying to escape.”
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