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Bellamy went inside his room, his hand running through the messy brown locks of his hair. God, he was tired. He opened his bag, dropping his books on the table, getting ready for a new afternoon of cramming when Jasper knocked on his door. “Hey man” He asked. The boy smiled at him nervously. “I have a class now…You should check on Murphy” Bellamy got the hint and shook his head up and down, his smile disappearing. Jasper nodded one more time before disappearing behind the door. Bellamy sighed and rubbed his face before grabbing a bottle of water of his table and an old copy of Macbeth, the corners destroyed. He walked down the hallway and slowly walked into the room where the younger boy with icy blue eyes slept. “Murph?” He called, soflty “Can I come in?”

Bellamy fired every single scrupulous bad world he could think of as he realized the door was locked. Locked, stuck. They were stuck inside that stupid armazem until the beginning of next rounds, probably, when the soldiers would have to get their own guns. He wasn’t sure at who he was madder, at the stupid ass that had locked the door without checking if there was someone inside first, or at himself and Murphy, for actually thinking that it was a good idea to take a nap there. Their rooms seemed way too far at time, after a whole night awake, being at the other side of camp. Bellamy had to go back to work in a few hours anyway, he just wanted a place nearby to crash and Murphy had joined him, just as tired. Now they were both stuck. Bellamy muttered to himself, before dropping down next to the skinnier boy body.