This is the story of an OC, Jonathan Canelli, an eighteen years old member of the Ark who is sent to Earth with a group of other teenagers to see if it was habitable enough for humans to survive and are promised that their crimes would be pardoned.

Follow John throughout his physical and mental journey on the earth.

John's POV

I'm running through the woods after losing two lives against the unknown, following the voices of other members of my initial group -the ones I came here with- while trying not to get caught by what seems like a blind intangible enemy that feels like can only hear or feel us, but has no sight. It's everywhere and its almost invisible now since the sun has fully set. I keep running in the direction of the screaming hoping to at least find a familiar face if death is my destiny.
The fog takes every breath that I make as an opportunity to get into my system and burn me from the inside, I give all of my energy to keep running to the only thing that brings me hope now… life.

We had been lost in the Woods for… maybe… two days? Or… three? Maybe it had been just a couple hours, but for us it felt like an eternity.

Pascal and Trina had it good, they had been living the "fugitive lover life" since we split up from the group minutes after the landing. We had been wondering around ever since, following Trina's instinct of orientation or, as she kept calling it, "star navigation".

I had convinced them to leave the group for one simple reason, whatever it was our destiny on the ground, right after the rest of the Ark people realized earth was survivable, they were gonna come down here and arrest us all back, even if they said otherwise. After all, that's what we all are… convicts.

I got myself into juvenile lockup almost three years ago after trying to steal an oxygen mask from medical to help my mom during a really bad asthma attack she was going thru back on the Ark. Sadly, I didn't make it and the only thing preventing me for being floated was my age, I was only fifteen back then so they put me on lockup which caused my mom to die that same day since she was left alone. It was only the two of us… my dad had died of a heart attack when I was little. I spent my days in the "box", as I liked to call the lockup cell, trying to convinced myself that it wasn't my fault, that my mom's blood was in the chancellor's hands.

Pascal, Trina and I met for the first time back up there, on the Ark. Mostly by coincidence, since it happened in one of Vera's church day meetings. Trina was really… "high spirited" as I liked to call her, and used to attend to the meetings really often. That day, she had managed to convince Pascal to go with her. I used to go from time to time only for curiosity since they kept a small tree alive on that part of the Ark as a symbol of the living Earth, and I loved looking at that little piece of life just to imagine how tree would be on earth.
Little did I know, that one day I'd be sleeping under a gigantic one, and surrounded by many more.

I started feeling pain probably caused by the root I had been lying on for too long now, so I shifted my weight and changed position to go ahead and keep sleeping.

"Hey sleepy beauty, get up, that's a long enough nap. We should keep going" Trina gently kicked my legs to get me to get up.

"Hey, I'm up… I'm up…" I said while getting on my feet. I stretched and started walking towards no direction. "Let's just find water please, my throat is a living desert".

We started walking down the woods, the terrain was pretty uneven so that was already enough struggle for us. I started feeling a little relieved and anxious at the same time when I heard a shuddering noise coming from the sky, which according to Vera's stories, meant a rain was coming, and rain equals water, and water equals no more thirst.

"I think this is North. Come on." Trina said turning back to us after getting down a little cliff to get into some kind of dried creek canal.

"Really? Because we just came from that way, Miss I-can-navigate-with-the-stars." Pascal teased her.

"It's your fault we've been lost for two days." She started looking a little overwhelmed by the whole situation. "We never should've gone off by ourselves."

"It's okay guys let's just keep walking into a direction, we'll get somewhere eventually…" I tried to play it cool.

"John's right. Come on. We'll find the drop ship tomorrow." Pascal sat on a tree root and pulled Trina towards him.

"That's what you said last night. And I'm hungry."

"Trina, relax. We're fine." He kissed her.

"Guys…" I said after hearing the thunders come from a way that felt closer to us than it should be. "Did you feel that?"

The three of us turned around to see a curtain of fog getting closer and closer to us. But it wasn't just fog -at least not like Vera's books said it was supposed to be- this one was yellow and really thick, yet you could see light explosions going on the other side of it. Not to mention it made the air feel a hundred times heavier, it was making us struggle with breathing… like the fog was sucking the air and emanating some toxic back. And the sounds… the thunders came from inside the fog.

"What is that?" Trina whispered, making me jump and snap out of my mental analysis of the yellow fog.

We all started walking backwards while looking at it and trying to find out why we were doing it, since fog is not supposed to be a bad thing. The three of in silence, as if it could hear us and notice we were there.

"I don't know" Pascal broke the silence and stopped walking away from it. "I don't know"

I kept walking backwards in what felt like an automatic pilot mode that I had just put myself into. I keep walking and I saw Pascal and Trina stop and what seemed like a cloud of the yellow fog make a big step towards them, and all of a sudden, they were gone.

"Oh my god" I could hear them say, and for some reason I wasn't being able to distinguish their voices anymore. "I can't see! Let's get out of here."

I had to help them, but I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. When I looked away from the fog, I realized that I was far away now, the fog seemed to be static as if it was already satisfied with catching my friends and all I could see was yellow and black. Pitch back.

"Oh my god it burns!"

Trina. I was sure of it. But I was also sure that if I had tried to play hero and help them, I would be probably dead by now. So I ran, I ran as fast as I could, ignoring my watering eyes and what felt like a tie in my throat caused by the anguish of losing my friends. Guilty.

I kept running for my life and I heard a new voice screaming horrified, probably someone who had been reached by the fog. I turned that way and kept running, whoever it was, it had to be someone from the group and that would probably lead me to them, so I took my chance.

"Bellamy!"

I stopped running. Bellamy? Bellamy Blake? Well it's your lucky day huh. Shut up.

"Bellamy!" It came again, but this time it sounded more desperate.

I cut the chatting with my own head and started going that way. I wasn't sure why, after all whoever it was, was in agony and probably suffering the burnings of the fog. But anything would be better than being alone so I headed that way.

I'm closer to it now but I choose to ignore the screaming when I see the entry of a cave, and since the fog is almost on me, I don't take the time to think about it twice. I run inside with my last breath feeling the fog getting in my eyes and lungs and falling on my knees to the hard floor of the cave. I'm about the let the exhaustion get me and pass out when I hear it… someone's in the cave, I can hear movement, there's someone in there.

I try get to the bottom of the cave, I'm -really heavily- heavy breathing by now. And scared to death. I've no time for this now.
I choose to ignore my annoying alter ego and try to peek around the rock I'm hiding behind.

"NO!" a girl.
I gasp in horror and jump back terrified, hitting my head against a rock coming out of one of the cave's walls.

"Charlotte, wake up"

"I'm sorry"

"Sh… hold on"

I recognize the first voice but I'm too dizzy after hitting my head and I lose the control of my eyes. Then my audition. Then I'm out. Pitch black.

"Jonathan?!"

Notes

This is it for the first ch. let me know what you think! x
Also! I wanna give full credit to my beloved friend Abigail for inspiring me to write this and for teaching me lots of things about writing! x Love you.
She is the best writer ever! You can check out her stories, her profile here is "thewalkerinme".