It was just another day.
I woke up.
The walls were grey around me.
The ceiling was dimly lit by one light bulb.
Breakfast came around 7 o'clock.
I laid on the floor daydreaming about the people outside of these walls.
I dreamed about what Earth could be like right now.
Supper came around 6 o'clock.
I went back to sleep.
So was the usual ever since I had gotten myself locked up in this shit hole. I guess it had been my fault though. I knew the rules, the law, and I still made the decision to break them. Doing what you thought was right could basically be a broken law here with our broken government.
It had been days of me doing the same routine, weeks, and months even. I had lost track. I just knew I had been trapped by these walls long enough to get into a routine.
But today I woke up, and everything was different. Today I found my eyes snapping open to several screams and lots of yelling. I slowly picked myself up from off of the ground, and rubbed the tiredness from my eyes as I tried to place my ear against my door to hear more of what was going on.
"Mom? Mom what's going on?" A girl cried.
I recognized that voice, at least out the hundreds that was crying out. It was Clarke. Our cells were right next to each other, and while we weren't close, when each floor was let out for a bit of exercise, I found she was a lot more pleasant to be around than a majority of the other delinquents that had been stashed in here.
Too busy listening to Clarke's screams, and trying to come up with my own hypothesis of what was going on, I was completely taken by surprise when my own door was swung open.
"Prisoner 3110, we're going to need you to come with us," one of the soldiers said as they stepped closer to me.
"Like hell I am. Where in the world do you think you're taking me?" I took a few steps back, raising my hands up into a fighting stance. I probably could attempt to fight, but usually they sent more of the skilled guards to my room because I was known for my 'feistiness', so I had the feeling they were capable of over powering me with no problem.
"Come on, just come quietly."
"I have no intention of doing so," I scowled, pulling my eyebrows together.
"Yeah, we were told you have your days," One of the guards jumped forward with one of their electric batons, and just as I thought I deflected it by hitting his wrist up and away, the second guard stabbed me in the leg with something.
And suddenly I felt my body crumpling and everything fading to black.
The sudden jostling of my head is what woke me up, otherwise I probably would have continued sleeping for a lot longer.
And it was a violent jostle.
As I came to, I realized just how loud it was. There were sudden bursts of light that attacked my newly opened eyes, and sounds of electricity exploding from different places above me.
"What in the world is going on?" I yelled as I found myself panicking after finding myself strapped into the seat of something.
But my cry fell deaf to the ears around me. Everyone was yelling and freaking out; they hadn't even heard that I'd asked any question at all. I tried not to start hyperventilating as everything around me shook even more. My knuckles turned white wrapped around my harness as if holding on tightly would somehow keep me alive longer.
The rockets suddenly fired, and while everything just got jostled even more violently, it didn't last for long before everything got quiet and we stopped moving.
"Listen, no machine on." One of the boys said as everyone sat in silence.
"Whoa, that's a first."
I wasted no time in unbuckling myself. If I didn't have to be strapped in anymore, there was no way I was just going to sit there. Others followed my example, and slowly everyone was just standing looking around each other in wonder.
"The other door is on the lower level! Let's go!"
"No, we can't just open the doors!" I hear a familiar voice exclaim as she made a bee line for the ladder that would lead her down to the lower level of the drop ship we were in. It seemed that Clarke and I had been taken to the same place after all.
I followed quickly after her. None of us had anything too much like friends from the time we were imprisoned, but if anyone; I considered Clarke a friend.
"Hey just back it up guys!" a male voice commanded as I took my first few steps down the ladder.
There was quite the crowd surrounding the doors, and it was almost impressive that only one person was managing to hold them all back from opening up the doors themselves. Everyone was pushing and bumping into each other, and it was definitely not my kind of place to stay.
"Stop!" Clarke commanded before she jumped down the rest of the ladder to the floor, and the crowd parted out of her way as she strode over to the tall man who was standing at the door, "The air could be toxic."
My feet hit the floor, and I quickly followed, pushing people out of my way until I stood next to Clarke.
"She's right, I don't think we should to anything hasty." I said quieter, but just as firm. I lost a lot of my attitude whenever there was a giant crowd of people I didn't know. My mom always said it was how I assessed people, and it never took me too long to get used to it and back to my loud mouth self.
"The air's toxic; we're all dead anyway." He replied gruffly.
"Bellamy?" a voice asked.
Everyone turned to see the dark haired girl who had called out. She was in the back, but it didn't take her much time to get to the front, since no one really stopped her from weaving her way through the crowd.
"That's the girl they hid under the floor." Someone said, obviously not all that quietly. For some reason I found that rather rude.
The girl took strides towards him until she stood right in front of the person she called Bellamy. They just seemed to be taking the sight of each other in.
"My god, look how big you are," Bellamy had a slight smile on his lips, not a large one, but a smile all the same.
The girl wasted no time in leaning up and wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. It was kind of touching, but I still had no idea where we were or what was going on completely.
"What the hell are you wearing? A guard's suit?" the girl had pulled back from the hug long enough to question what he was wearing.
"I borrowed it to get onto the drop ship," He smirked a little, "Someone's got to keep an eye on you."
The girl gave a genuine smile again and went back up for a hug. I could only assume that these were the only two infamous siblings on the Ark. Classic story of having sister hid under the floor since every family was allowed only one child. Sister must have gotten caught though for both of them to end up wherever we were. I'd heard the rumors about it, but I wasn't much of a rumor person. I had always just preferred to ask the source directly.
"Where's your wristband?" Clarke questioned. I noticed it then too; Bellamy wasn't wearing a wristband like the rest of us were.
"Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year," the girl said sharply back at Clarke. It was rather unnecessary, but she didn't say it with complete and utter malice.
That had also confirmed my hunch, and I took a second to congratulate myself on being great with my skills of deduction.
"No one has a brother!"
"That's Octavia Blake! The girl they found hidden in the floor!"
With all the sudden murmurs, Octavia seemed to have snapped. She lunged towards the people who had called out. Thankfully Bellamy caught her and held her back, otherwise who knows what she would have done if she had actually managed to get her hands on them. She seemed rather pissed, so I can only imagine that it wouldn't end all that well.
"Let's give them something else to remember you by," Bellamy smiled down at his sister, seeming to calm her down a bit more.
"Yeah, like what?" She seemed confused but very interested.
"Being the first person on the ground in a hundred years," He smirked and Bellamy turned towards the door and only paused a second before yanking down on a lever.
Suddenly the pressure was let out for the door, and bright light began to fill the drop ship as it opened. My heart skipped a beat for a moment or two. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I could feel my emotions beginning to jump all over the place. I was excited, and scared, and curious. With the door finally fully open, I had to blink my eyes a few times to get them to dilate to the amount of light. There was a whisper of a breeze, which was amazing. I had never felt natural wind before.
Green. Everything was green around us. Trees stretched up high enough that I had to tilt my head back to look at the tops of them. Everything smelled musky and like dirt, but not in a bad way. Oh no, this was in a very good way. Everything smelled fresh.
I focused back on Octavia, as she had taken a few steps forward and took a deep breath of air. Glancing over at her brother, I noticed that he watched her with a loving smile. She stepped forward slowly until she got to the edge of the door, and hopped down onto the dirt. There was a pause as she took everything in.
"We're back, bitches!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, throwing her hands up into the air.
With that, everyone began piling out of the drop ship. I even found myself a bit excited at planting my feet down on something other than steel for the first time in my life. Everyone scattered around, running off into different directions to celebrate. Yelling and cheering could be heard from all around.
I preferred to stay near Clarke though. If anyone was going to be able to explain to me how all of this had happened, and what we needed to do, it was going to be her.