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We're all going to die.
The thought races through my head over and over again as the drop ship hurtles through the atmosphere and towards the ground below. Gripping onto my harness, I shut my eyes tight and fight the nauseous waves that tear through the pit of my stomach.
The landing is sudden and painful. When everything finally stops, my head is still spinning. I have aches and pains in several spots but in all my confusion, I can hardly make out what feeling are coming from where.
"Listen. No machine hum" a boy notes. It is the first voice I register since the vague announcement the Chancellor made over a large television screen.
My eyes shoot open and my jaw drops in awe. He's right… The usual buzz of the Ark has vanished and all that remains is an eerie silence.
"Whoa" exclaims another, "That's a first".
As if on cue, all of the buckles to our harnesses click open. All around me people begin clambering out of their seats and crowding around the ladder that leads to the lower level of the ship; the exit.
Excitement pulses through me as I push my way towards the ladder. When I reach the lower level I see a man in a guard's uniform standing at the door, ready to open it. A girl I recognize as Clarke Griffin by her blonde locks, the daughter of Doctor Griffin.
"The air could be toxic" she states with an exasperated look.
The man responds casually,
"If the air is toxic, we're all dead anyway".
Recognizing his voice, I creep closer to try and get a better look at him.
I stand on my toes to get a glimpse of what is going on but immediately get knocked to the side as a brown haired girl forces her way through the crowd.
"Bellamy?" she breathes, pausing behind Clarke before rushing up to him.
My memory clicks at the name and I wrack my brain for more details. Bellamy… Bellamy Blake was in training with me to become a guard on the Ark. And yet, I had heard that he was demoted to a janitorial position upon the discovery of his secret sister and the floating of his mother.
So where did he get that uniform from?
I snap back to reality as a boy in the crowd shouts out,
"No one has a brother!" and murmurs erupt around me.
Another girl calls out,
"That's Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor!"
The pair have a short exchange before, without warning, the drop ship door opens. A blinding light envelops the ship and I find myself having to shield my eyes and step back. When I open them again, I see Octavia jump onto the ground before shouting in excitement,
"We're back bitches!"
People begin pouring out of the drop ship and before I even have time to process what I'm doing, I am sprinting through the trees at top speed. My lungs burn in the most amazing way as I dodge trees and get used to the rough, untouched terrain of Earth. I finally slow myself to a walk before falling to my knees, staring up in awe at the magnificent trees above me.
As I make my way back towards camp, I can't help but let a smile escape at the sight of dozens of delinquent teenagers jumping and running through the forest.
As I scan through the kids, I realise that I recognize many of their faces. Everyone aboard the ship are people from the sky-box awaiting their trial to determine their fate. My heart leaps.
John.
At the age of ten, my best friend, my father, passed away from the same illness that took my mother just a year after I was born.
Orphaned, I was taken in by the Murphy family. John's father had just recently been floated for stealing medicine, and everyone knew his mother had since then developed a drinking problem. She agreed to let me stay with them if I took on enough work to support myself and earn my stay. Most of the money she took from me only went towards feeding her addiction, but it was all I had.
John has been angry since I met him. His father's passing tore a hole in his heart that is not so easily repaired. I experienced firsthand the cruelty of his mother after a few drinks. She was never a mother to either of us. We supported each other for years, telling each other everything and protecting each other from his mother. That is, until I was locked up in the sky-box. Most would say what I did was unforgivable, but not John. John always forgave me and he came to visit me all the time.
When he was locked up, he was put I a different section than me and I never saw him at all. But now, with all of the delinquents from the sky-box here on the ground, I can finally see him again.
I pause at the clearing around the drop ship and scan through the faces. That's when I see him. John is standing near the drop ship wall, picking a fight with the chancellor's son, Wells. I shake my head with a light chuckle, he never was good at making friends. By the time I get there, he is just turning around to leave.
"Hey, tough guy" I chirp, a grin plastered on my face.
John turns to me, his face lighting up when he sees me,
"Ali!"
I throw myself into his arms and hug him tightly.
"God, I missed you so much" I say, not letting him go.
He finally pries my arms off of him and looks me over.
"Holy crap" he gasps, staring down at me.
I look down at myself and then back at him,
"What?!"
"You're still short" he states, a smirk playing at his lips.
I punch him playfully in the chest, shaking my head,
"I see your lame sense of humor hasn't changed".
He chuckles before grabbing my arm by the wrist and lifting it to look at the tattoo that runs from my shoulder to my elbow,
"No, really though, you have definitely changed. When did you get this?"
"Shortly after you got locked up, I think" I say with a small smile, "I got one on my wrist here too, for you"
I lift my other arm up and show him the tattoo of a small bird with its wings spread in flight.
He takes my wrist in his hand and smiles down at me.
"I love it" he says before hugging me once more.
As I step back, a boy approaches us. I recognize him as one of the guys John was with when he was fighting Wells.
"Murphy, I found some more guys to group with, you're gonna wanna come meet them" he says, pausing when he notices me.
I give John a funny look, since when did he start going by Murphy?
He turns to face the boy and nods, before gesturing to me.
"This is Ali by the way. She's my adopted sister".
The boy reaches out a hand and I shake it.
"Miller. Nice to meet you" he says.
"Same to you" I say, giving Murphy a questioning look.
I'm not surprised to find the teenagers already splitting into groups, but I find myself surprised at John's eagerness to join one so quickly. This guy doesn't seem like his usual crowd.
"I have to go, but I'll come find you in a bit, ok?" he says, already backing away in pursuit of Miller.
I nod at him before heading back towards the drop ship to look for some sort of supplies for shelter.
One thing's for sure, everything is going to be very different here on the ground. For better or for worse.