AN: Hello! I know this is short, but I wanted you guys to get a taste of the story before I published more of what I have written. if this gets requests for continuation, then I'll continue.

DISCLAIMER: Nope, I do not own The 100, or it's characters...

I turned my back on him, on the camp, and walked away.

I walk for hours, not knowing where my feet are taking me. I don't even care. I barely take notice to my surroundings. I just walk to the brink of exhaustion. I don't care if anything or anyone was following me, or watching me. I am beyond all of that.

Suddenly, my feet stop. I look up from the grass and see it. Mount Weather, with its colossal metal door just yards away.
I choke out a sob and sink to my knees, realizing how tired my body is. Silent tears roll down my bruised and bloody face, and I sob out my anguish, tearing at the grass beneath my fists.
Why? Why did I walk here of all places? I don't understand. Why am I doing this to myself?

And then, it dawns on me.
None of the Mountain Men have been buried. None of our dead or the grounder dead have been given their last rights either they deserve at least that. I straighten myself with a newfound purpose, and stride to the door. I open the broken door, and the stench of death hits me with an iron fist to the gut. I stifle a gag, and force myself to keep in the vomit that threatens to explode from my throat to the floor. I couldn't be squeamish. These people didn't deserve my squeamish stomach.

I swallow everything keeping me stuck in place just inside the entrance, and shut the door behind me. The lights are dim compared to the setting sun, but they will suffice for my duty. I step silently into the mountain, toward the elevators that I will take to the medical level. I press the button and wait for it to come to me, my thoughts nothing but the formidable task ahead.
The door opens, revealing the bloated, radiation maimed body of Dr. Tsing. No feeling of sadness comes to me. Her death was an act of karma for all of the lives she drained. After all; jus drein jus daun.
I pick up the corpse and remove it from the elevator. I step inside and press the button. The security system was deactivated, so no key cards are needed. I can go and come as I see fit for my duty.

The ride is short, and I head towards the mortuary, in search of something to assist me in moving the bodies to the surface. I find the too quickly, this level is just as clearly labeled as the rest of the mountain. The area is sparse and clean, with an examination table in the center of the room. To my right there are two cremation ovens. So the mountain men are typically cremated.
I don't know how to operate one of those. On the Arc, our dead were floated into space. I want to get these people to the ground. Even if it were only in body.
There is a counter and cabinets behind the examination table. The counter includes a sink, all shiny and dripping.
I didn't realize how dehydrated I was until I was cupping my hands under the running tap, and drinking from them ravenously. My stomach makes this churning sound, and I ache to quench it.

I was unsure if I even wanted to live after what I had done, but now I know that I do want to live. But what for? I shrug, not caring for anything but the task at hand.
I look to the left of the room, and find what appears to be a garbage shoot, like the one I escaped from the first time I was in this mountain. On the right of the shoot is a door and I go to it. I open it, knowing I would find one of those large wheeled bins at the end of the shoot. Luckily, the shoot ends after a decent of only four stairs, and I easily push the bin up back into the room.
Once back inside the room, I take the bin and enter the hallway, in search of maybe a supply closet? I have no idea where to start looking for a shovel. But when I am halfway down the hall, my stomach emptily churns again, and I am suddenly startled by an idea. Food. Food is in their kitchens. The kitchens are on level five. I am head back to the lift and down I no time, making my way to the mess hall when I see the bodies.
Guards. Men. Women. Children. All alike in their radiation boils and burns. My apatite is sated when the stem fills me. Rotting flesh and food is palatable in its smell alone. My nose wrinkles. I feel the vomit from before rising in my throat. I hold it back again. And take a deep breath through my mouth.
I step forward into the great mess hall, leaving the cart outside so I don't trample over any bodies accidentally, and I see her almost immediately. Maya. She lays as Jasper left her, arms crossed over her chest with eyes shut, looking as though in sleep, save the slight bloating and the burns that cover her skin.
I walk past them, careful not to disturb any of them as I make my way to the kitchen doors, with one goal in mind. My apatite may have disappeared, but I still need to eat.

I start with a banana, knowing those will be one of the first things to go bad, and have a dinner roll and some broccoli. The food has no taste to me. It simply serves its purpose in nourishing my body, so I can do what I have to do.
But then I see the cake. It's chocolate. The stuff of legend. I've still never had any, and it would be such a waste for it to go untouched... I eat a generous piece, savoring each bite, and loving the taste and moisture of the cake. It melts in my mouth. It is so rich in taste that I need a drink.
I find a glass in the cabinets after a quick search, and fill it with water from the tap. After I have drunk the water, I decide to try to save the cake, and put it into the refrigerator, even though I have no clue why I want to put it in there.

Now, with my body fortified with the nutrients I need to complete at least some of my task, I leave the kitchen. I go back through the dining hall, and make a silent promise to Maya that I will not rest until she is finally at rest.
I go back to the morgue, leaving the cart where it sits outside the hall. I gather some sheets and body bags, with the intent of creating some sort of barrier between these people and the cruelty of this earth.
I drop the sheets and bags into my cart, and go in search of any tool I can use to assist me in digging the graves. Since they have fresh produce, they have to be growing it somewhere in here. I look at the map I still have in my pocket, studying the different levels in search of a green house or garden labeled on here.
I find that the green house is close by, on the same level, and has a supply closet right in front of the entrance. I head over to this supply closet, feeling the tired seep into the muscles of my legs. I stride on, thinking only of the promise I made to Maya. The supply closet is very useful, having shovels and dusty pick axes, along with some other gardening supplies. With my new tools in hand, I go back around to the entry of the great hall.
I set the tools in the cart, and gather up a sheet before going back into the room of the many dead. I go directly to where she lays, brushing hair from her face. I gently pick her up, and set her on the floor. I put the sheet over the table, and place her on top of it. I wrap the sheet around her body, and carefully tie the ends together, just as we had done for our dead back at the drop ship.
The ascent to the ground is a sad one, as if it were a funeral with live mourners. I pick a spot just outside the entrance to begin digging. It is near this vast field of flowers, and I think she would have loved it. Digging into the somewhat hard ground is exhausting, even with the shovel and pick axe. I keep going on the will to keep my promise. It is all I can conjure up to motivate me. I dig until I have trouble getting out of the hole by myself. I am exhausted.

I take care in lifting Maya from the cart, and placing her into the grave. An idea comes to mind: the flowers. She should have some. I abandon my shovel, and go to the field. I pick a bunch, and go back to her, placing the flowers over her chest.
I scramble back up to the surface, and begin filling the hole with dirt. Once filled, I am about to leave and go to the mountain to sleep when I figure I should mark her grave. I go in search of something to use as a marker, when I stub my toe on a rock that is mostly buried in the dirt. I dig it out, and find it is perfect. I set it over her head, and use another, much smaller rock to etch her name into the surface.

I shower mechanically, and collapse onto a bed in an empty room. I let out a large sigh. I have kept my promise.

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