This is a really short chapter that sets the scene. I do not own the 100.
The flame was flickering in the centre of the camp whilst everyone was gathered around it cooking their dinner, which was a piece of meat the hunters got near a river. Although there were a few mutters from around the camp things were quiet; too quiet.
"I can stand this anymore" Clarke said as she got up for all to see her as she began talking.
"So, we are now practically family to each other. We might as well get to know each other," Clarke began. "Like, share some stuff with us. How you got unto the drop ship and what your favourite colour is. I don't know just anything interesting about you. And to make it fun, once your done nominate someone else on camp to share their story. Any volunteers to go first?" There was an awkward silence lurking in the atmosphere before a boy stood up.
He had medium-length red hair and dark brown eyes. He also had a slender build who had the same kind of clothes as everyone else however a black dated beanie was attached to his head.
"I'll go first then." he said in a deep but calming voice
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