CHAPTER 1

Clarke's POV

Once I opened my eyes, I knew. I knew I threw away any chance of ever seeing her again. I'd never be able to look at her from afar and watch her brown locks sway from side to side as she commanded the room with just her presence. I'd never be able to touch that beautiful, flawless face. I'd never be able to kiss those soft, luscious lips.

What did I do? Why did I leave her? With those monsters in that other world? But then again it was so like my Lexa to put herself in front of me when danger was near. Ha. My Lexa...

I sucked up all the emotions and waited. Waited till Octavia killed someone and stormed out. I waited till Bellamy gave me an encouragement talk on what to do with Allie's future destruction. Then I walked-no I ran to Lexa's room and threw myself onto her sheets. Her scent of rain and earth were still stuck on her sheets. The smell of her was enough for me to crack. I cried and cried.

Our love was not a love of lust. Our love was made of layers of love. We didn't share many kisses or words, but the hidden love that revealed itself when we locked eyes and our actions for one another were more than enough. They were everything.

I've come to a realization. I'm no Wanheda, no warrior, no savior, no lover, no Clarke without my Lexa.

Maybe life's worth more than just surviving I use to say. I tried to even make Lexa believe that. I laugh at that now. How wrong I was. How is life suppose to be still be more than just surviving when we survive to love. Without my soul mate, alive in this world. I don't think I'll ever be able to do anything more than just survive. Lexa was the one, my one. I don't think I'll ever have a love, so selfless as my love with Lexa. The void is too large and I'm not strong enough to ever try to fill that void with someone I know that will never be enough. I can't do that. No I won't do that to me or Lexa.

"Lexa!" I scream. I'm calling out to you now. You said you'd always be with me. Where are you? I need you here with me. I can't be me without you.

"I love you, Lexa. If I say it again will you come back to me? How stupid of me to wait till your actually gone to tell you how I really feel! LEX!" I screamed her even through I knew that only an empty room that use to be Lexa's was listening.

Alicia's POV

I was sitting on the top deck of the yacht, staring at the horizon. The background was filled with Ofelia's cries in Spanish, an argument between my mom, Travis, and Strand, and, of course, Chris's brooding. Over all the commotion, I started to think about a time before everything went to shit and when I was truly happy.

Matt. Oh, Matt. We really just started our relationship before the virus spread across the world. I wouldn't say it was love but we definitely shared an innocent and strong liking towards each other. That's one of the reasons why I tattooed his drawing onto my arm. I wanted a remembrance of a time when I was happy with someone else and when honestly everything was normal. I wanted to cling onto normal desperately.

I originally dated Matt when I moved to California. He was a nice boy and I wanted to forget my ex-boyfriend that cheated on me with one of my friends from my hometown.

Oh my hometown... We moved from there when my father left us. That was when I just finished my first semester of junior year. My hometown reminds me of my best gal pal, Marney. She's my ride or die. We had such travels by ourselves to California, the terrains of America, New York, and our birthplace, Australia.

Most people think I'm a full-fledged American but it's only because I moved to America at a young age, while Marney moved a little later. My Australian accent comes back once in awhile if I'm with someone with the Australian accent like Marney.

Then there's Nate and Donny. Donny and I grew up together but we ended up in different social circles. Donny was in the AV club and I ended up in the popular group because of Marney and my boyfriend, Will. Nate is Donny's little brother. I'd always liked Donny secretly and I knew he liked me back but I wanted him to make the first move. He however let our social standings choose our fates to remain apart.

Donny and I use to keep in touch after I moved, but we eventually stopped. Well actually I don't have any contact with anyone anymore. Not with Donny, not with Nate, not with Will, and not with Marney. How funny is life? With its power to dictate who we get to remain with and who dies.

My thoughts were interrupted with a jolt of the boat. It wasn't just a single jolt though. I ran to the steering wheel of the yacht.

"MOM! What's going on?" I asked.

"I don't know Alicia. One minute there were clear skies and calm waters and all of sudden this appeared." my mom said.

"It's a storm. We have to turn around." Strand said.

"Strand! Strand! Walkers behind us from that shrimp wreck over there. We have to keep moving forward," Nick said.

"Shit! All right, everyone hold on to something. It's about to get rough. We're driving straight into the storm!" Strand ordered.

I went into the cabin, sat down on the floor next to Nick, Ofelia, and Chris, and held onto the railing of the boat. As we drove into the storm, I thought, "Welcome to the fucken apocalypse!"