A/N: Hi there guys. I'm planning on this fic to be relatively long, though, it all depends on you guys and if you're even interested in reading it. Reviews make for good inspiration to keep on going, and to keep on writing longer and longer chapters. I, personally, have never done a multi chapter fic, but I believe this could be the first one, if I get good feedback from it.

Please note this is very much an alternate universe. I have no idea what's going to happen in the show, or where the writers are going to take us, but that's what makes for good television. It's so exciting. This first chapter mostly focuses on the world that i'm trying to create for you. It's almost like a summary of what's happened since they've landed, what choices have had to be made, who's alive and who's dead, how many are left and where they've ended up. (Sorry in advance if I killed off one of your favorites. I probably love them just as much as you do.)

This fic is M for mature subject matters. There will eventually be sexual content, and I plan on having a decent amount of violence/horror. It's going to be dark, but it's also going to have lots of angst, and fluff, and some smut. And I hope you guys have has much fun reading it as I am already having writing it.

It has been five months since the one hundred were sent to the ground. Not to live, but to die… with minimal chances of survival. But they've endured, far more than any teenager ever should and with enemies hiding in every shadow, some believe it's a miracle they've made it this far. Others, like Clarke Griffin, and Bellamy Blake, know that if you want something badly enough, anything is possible. Sure, they've been through hell and back, and they've lost so much and gained not nearly enough, but even with the weight of the world on their shoulders, they keep on going and they'll do that to insure the safety of their people, because as long as there is even one person left, they are responsible for them, and they'll be damned if they let anything happen to them without putting up a fight.

It has been five months and there are only thirty-five of them left.

A benefit of experiencing a frequent amount of pain, is you learn how to manage it. There's no way around it, no way to get rid of it either — but it is possible to numb it, until it's only a slight, lingering, discomfort. Besides, in the grand scheme of things, those who are still alive don't have the luxury or time to grieve. When the Mountain Men successfully created soldiers out of grounders, there was a war. Most of the survivors from the Ark were long dead, and the majority of those who fought and lived, later died of infection and disease.

Had it not been for Clarke, the thirty-five, including herself, would be dead too. Just another cold, lifeless, body added to the piles and piles they left behind. It was her idea to run. There came a point, where she could no longer consider those they had to leave behind, but those they could save. Had her life been the only one in danger, she would have made different choices.

But it wasn't the time or place to consider what ifs. She made a decision, and she will stick to it till her dying breath. That much, she was sure of.

Bellamy, on the other hand, looked at her like he didn't recognize who was standing in front of him anymore. It had taken every ounce of his being to go against his instincts and his gut that told him he belonged in the battle field, beside the others. He was suppose to fight and die that day, but instead he ran. Like a coward.

It's not that he blamed Clarke. Part of him understood, but the other part of him was angry. At her, at himself, at every single thing that has happened, and every single thing that continues to go wrong.

One look at their people, and anyone could sense that they weren't really living these days. They were surviving, two devastatingly different things. A dangerous thought crossed his mind, that perhaps death wasn't the worst fate in store for them.

If only he had known how right he was.

Clarke kicked away a rock and watched as it skipped along the dirt. She was drenched with sweat, and dry blood, and pieces of her hair were beginning to stick to her cheeks. The steady sound of footsteps followed both Bellamy and her as they made their way through a world of nothingness. There were no trees, no plants, and certainly no animals. It almost seemed like if they kept on going, they'd eventually walk off the ends of the Earth. The sky was clear of any clouds, causing each and every one of them to feel the strength of the sun. Burns were already revealing themselves on the more fair skinned of the group — including Clarke.

Bellamy had to bite back the urge to smile when she looked up at him, nose bright red.

"What?" She scrunched her brows together, her hand lifting to her face to make sure there was nothing there (besides the bruises and the cuts she was becoming far too familiar with.)

"Nothing."

"Bellamy." His name slipped through her lips with a groan.

"Oh, I was just thinking that burn on your nose is a really good look for you. You should, uh, you should spend more time in the sun." He was laughing quietly now, and had the sound of it not been so pleasant and unfamiliar, she'd probably roll her eyes. Instead, she was sure to tuck the memory of it in the back of her mind, and even smiled a little herself.

"Yeah, well you're no prize yourself." She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one had fallen behind. Each one of them looked tired as they carried a bag made from clothes and supplies found by the Ark. They were sure to gather as much water and food as they could, but out here, with no protection from trees nor anywhere to find more drinking water, everyone was dehydrated. But they had to be careful. They needed to savour what little they had left. Which is why she left Raven and Octavia in charge of managing their water supply.

A tightness grew in the pit of Clarke's stomach, and when she looked ahead, she hoped it had been the right choice when they decided they would move forward in the land of the unknown. It had been hours, and still they had come across nothing. No sign of human life anywhere.

But at this point, there was no going back. Really, there was nothing to go back to. They weren't welcomed there. People, even friends, were turned into what could only be considered animal like. They were violent, terrifying creations, and the memory of her mother being maimed and ripped apart at the hands of someone who use to be human, made sleep an impossibility.

"You wound me, princess." Bellamy's words interrupted her thoughts, and when she looked at him, she saw he had brought his hand to his heart in mock hurt.

"Good." This time she did roll her eyes.

The two of them were thankful for the distraction the other sometimes brought, and despite the fact that they weren't nearly on the same page as much as they should be, they wouldn't have gotten this far without the other. Something they both knew and had come to cherish.

Several more hours seemed to pass them by, not that they had any way to tell time, aside from the darkness of the sky. Clarke's watch had stopped working long ago, even before she had gotten it back from Finn.

Finn. Just another name among those who were no longer with them. Finn. The first person she had made a connection with on Earth. The first boy she could have loved. Maybe even did. Not like she had much of a chance to figure it out. He was dead now, but he wasn't gone. The memory of him had itched itself into her skin, and sometimes she swore she could feel him touching her arm, or his eyes digging into her back. In her heart, she lost him long before he took his last breath. The Finn she knew and deeply cared for, died the day she closed that drop ship door. It just had taken her a while to realize it.

"Clarke." Bellamy's hand gripped the side of her arm, and she stopped walking.

In the distance a silhouette of a building appeared in front of them. Hushed whispers danced between the crowd behind them, and suddenly Raven was by her side.

"Oh my god." She breathed, and all Clarke could think to do was nod.

"You think it's safe?" Octavia asked, walking a little ahead of them.

"I think…" Bellamy met Clarke's gaze from the corner of his eyes, and waited for her nod of approval before turning to look at the others.

"I think we have no other choice but to find out."