Day 2,200
It has been 24 hours since the prisoner ship came down from the sky. 24 hours since her last transmission to Bellamy. Or not. She was never clear on if she was talking to him or just putting her voice out into the ether to keep her sanity. It was, however, clear to her that this new ship landed too close to her transmission spot to be purely coincidence. She may have unintentionally invited unwanted visitors to her 'little patch of green'.
Immediately after they landed, Clarke had Madi hide the rover. They didn't need to advertise their location anymore than they already had and there was no way she was going to let them learn about her before she had a chance to learn about them.
"Clarke, what are we supposed to do? You've been watching that ship like a hawk and nothing has happened for a day. Not so much as a door opening." Madi looked concerned at their current state of limbo.
Clarke gave Madi a reassuring smile.
"I know that the waiting game isn't the most exciting, but we can't go running in head first without more information. Take this as your lesson for the day: Recon is important to survival." Clarke went back to focusing on the ship through her rifle scope, looking for any sign to tell her if this new group is friend or foe.
The irony was not lost on Clarke - prisoners coming down from the sky and apprehensive Grounders. But now the roles were reversed, she was the Grounder now and these new people may not be the wrongly imprisoned kids that the majority of them once were.
She looked up at the sky with a pang of sadness. From the look of the burning sun, it had been 3 hours since she should have made her daily transmission. What would she have said if she wasn't so afraid at the thought of this new group eavesdropping on her innermost thoughts and risking her and Madi's safety? She was so elated when she thought the ship was Bellamy and her friends. Then her heart had never sunk so fast. Where were they? Would she ever know if they survived? If he survived?
A metallic clank brought her out of her reverie and back to the issue at hand. Clarke refocused her scope and scanned the outside of the ship for signs of where it originated. Then she saw it. Just catching the corner of her eye, a small hatch had opened revealing a drone that began hovering and circling the ship.
Clarke's eyes widened.
"Madi, run back to the cabin. Now!" The urgency in Clarke's voice was not lost on Madi and she immediately went into soldier-mode. Not something that Clarke enjoyed having to teach her, but it was necessary.
They had been able to fix up and old cabin that had been relatively untouched in this part of the world and made it a base of operations where the majority of their weapons and supplies were stashed. With any luck, if this new group decided to venture out, it would take them a few days to discover it.
"What about you?" The worry on Madi's face softened Clarke's stern-ness ever so slightly.
"I need to see what they get up to. But don't worry about me my little Nightblood, I will be home soon." She placed a reassuring hand on Madi's cheek and that was enough. Madi nodded and ran off into the wood behind them.
Clarke turned back to the ship and searched out the location of the drone. It was still circling the ship and it's search area was widening with each loop. Because that is certainly what it was doing. Searching. Scanning. Finding any sign of life. She then crouched down and slowly backed up towards the nearest tree. The drone was miles away but she still felt like it could sense her presence.
"Bellamy, where are you when I need you?"