This is my first fic so I apologize for any mistakes. Also english is my second language, but constructive criticism will be welcome.

This starts off somewhere in S1. Mostly Written in first person for now. A lot of inner dialogue with some comments said out loud during the first chapter.

Chapter 1

"Aaaah…. Why can't I move?…. Shit!" As I wake from unconsciousness I find myself alone lying on my stomach with the side of my face pressed in the mud beneath me. I am surrounded by darkness, feeling dizzy, heartbeat thumping in my ears and all I feel is pain, everywhere.

I turn my head awkwardly to take in my surroundings, first I see my trusted knife next to me and then, my stomach lurch when I see I am surrounded by wooden spikes sticking out of the muddy earth beneath me, which means that the piercing pain… "Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic Clarke…. Breathe, just breathe, you got this." My eyes water and I clench them close as tears start to leak. I have to focus on getting out of this, I can give attention to my emotions later. So I take a few deep breaths and focus.

After gathering some courage and unable to avoid the inevitable any longer I slowly open my eyes and inspect my body as best I can in the position I am in.

It certainly could've been worse but it's not a pretty sight. A big spike is protruding from the right side of my back, went through my abdomen. If I am not mistaken I was lucky, I think it missed all vital organs. I still would've bled out if it wasn't for the spike that is still in place. There's another spike grazing my neck… yet again lucky it is also shallow. Another spike left a big gash through my left thigh, slowly oozing blood but nothing too serious.

I also have a bump on the back of my head… "how did that?..." I just clench my teeth and bite back the tears as I realize what happened. Again I have to remind myself that I decided to deal with any and all emotions later, after I dealt with this, so I turn my attention back to the matter at hand.

My mom has taught me well and i know that i can treat my wounds and have a chance of survival but I have to move fast though, before the blood loss affects me too much.

I can't do anything in this position, nor can I with a spike through my side, so first thing's first, I have to ease myself off this awful spike and then staunch the bleeding, hope no arteries was hit and within the next hour I'll have to get out and cauterize the wound.

This is going to hurt.

Clenching my eyes shut and biting my lower lip so I don't yell out too loudly I slowly push up on my arms. I take pause and yell out in pain. It is unbearable and the tears start streaming down my face.

"I can't!"

Unbidden thoughts of Wells and dad come to mind, and I know that if I don't fight for me, I'll fight for them. So I put in the extra effort until I'm finally free of this cursed spike.

I tear off a piece of my shirt to staunch the bleeding and I push it deep into my wound for the compression needed, another piece of my shirt is used to bind around my leg as a tourniquet.

Now for step 2…. Getting out of this pit will not be easy. But at least there are vines growing on the edge of the pit so I use that and a few footholds I made with my knife to climb out.

It takes blood, sweat and tears but finally I pull my body out of the pit. The strain on my arms added with the blood loss was just too much and I collapse, arms shaking, lungs burning and breathing hard.

"You did it… you did it…" my relief is short lived as I know I must cauterize the wound and then even with my blood the risk for infection would still be high.

I gather my strength and move slowly and carefully away from that hellhole and as I move I gather dry wood for the fire I'll make when I get to the stream, the one where Wells found the red seaweed we used on Jasper's wound. When the stream comes into view it almost looks like an oasis and I collapse on my knees and drink and drink. It soothes my dry and sore throat and infuses me with some much needed energy, just enough to give me the strength I need to plough on and treat my wounds.

After 4 tries I finally get a small fire going and I can inspect my wounds. I clean all the wounds with the water and I am grateful that only the stomach wound needs to be cauterized. The graze on my neck has already stopped bleeding, the gash on my leg I just bind tightly and I also put some of the red plant under the makeshift bandage.

Now for the part that will test me. I heat my knife until it's red-hot and I take a deep breath before I press it firmly and awkwardly on the exit wound on my back, at least it is to the side so I can reach it. It comes as no surprise that I have to take a breather to calm my heart and shaking arms and tears before I proceed with the entry wound in the front.

The smell and the sizzling sound of the burning flesh gets to me almost as much as the pain and I finally pass out, hoping the fire will keep the predators away and knowing that even if I am safe for the night I have a long road ahead of me.