Six Years and Seven Days
This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth.
“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”
“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”
“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”
His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.
“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”