Pilot - Part 1

I readied my bow and notched another arrow. "Where is the radio, Bellamy?" I asked him, holding the arrow pointed right at him. He turned around like he was going to bark at me too, but he saw the arrow and a bit of hurt flashed through his eyes. "You're not gonna shoot me, Willa," he told me, going for a cocky smirk and a soft chuckle. "You're not the murderer here, I am."