We are Fighter's, We are Warrior's

by Andie95

War's broke out across many countries, many died, and very few survived. Follow Clarke as she helps out a tribe to survive in South Africa called the Grounders. When the Grounder bring survivors from another war. She beings to learn how to survive in a different way, and fight for what she know is right. Are you willing to follow her and fight with her? To become a Warrior?

1. Chapter 1

We are fighter's, we are Warriors

Chapter One

Everything changed in an instant, one action changed me and multiple people views on life and political views. Being right dab in a war between two tribes. One tribe with no guns, and the ones who do have guns. How do you call that a fair fight? But I chose, I chose to fight with the ones who were fighting for freedom, or a life that one can appreciate. It was a war that we had to win, for the leader of the Grounders and for my Leader of my country. It was my passion, and his willingness to fight to keep our tribe in peace with the Grounders. Now us tribes, are going up against the Mountain Men. The ones who think they can control the world. And this is a story on how it started. It started with a secret mission. Between a Doctor and a soldier.

February 25, 2022

A war raged out between two tribes one called the Grounders, and another called the Mountain Men in southern Africa. The Grounders were losing and I was part of the group. I was helping out the medical issues with my mother. I constantly saw Grounders men coming in and out of our small clinic that my mother and I was running. Bullet wounds, multiple bullet wounds. Too many were dying, they were only fighting for freedom. How is it that us, mankind, can do something so horrible. Over the past view year wars were ragging across different countries. The Leader of the Grounder tribe decided for us to pack up and move. The Leader of the Grounder was a very strong woman, her name was Anya. Her husband was killed in this ragging war between the Mountain Men. She held her head high, and I have no clue how she does it. She had this olive skin along with these dark brown eyes that can chill you to the bone. She was a strong lean woman, with brown hair. I've come to believe she is my leader.

"Clarke!" a panicked voice shouted my name. I quickly run to the voice, I pushed the flap out of my way and ran on the desert floor. I see multiple Grounder carrying bodies. But the clothes on these bodies weren't like the tribes, they look like camouflage, but it didn't make sense. There weren't soldiers here. Why would soldier come down south? I saw my mother carrying a small woman, she had multiple gunshot wounds to her body.

"Clarke I need you to get as much morphine as possible. These are military soldiers. They must have survived the war up North, but barely." My mother, Abby quickly said. I ran back into the made up clinic, and found everything possible that we would need. I quickly knocked everything off multiple beds, directing what body goes where. For twenty four hours, we work on every single soldier that was injured. It was my mother, two healers, and I working constantly make sure they were okay. Each gash were sown, each bullet was taken out, but sadly, we lost two out of the ten that had come. One was named Will, and the other was Adam. We found their names by looking at their dog tags. They were young, my age. They had to be twenty four years old maybe a little younger.

Looked at each person, they all looked like they were sleeping. They weren't though, they were groaning in pain. Pain that the Mountain Men caused. I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and turned to see Anya. Her face was voided with emotions, but I knew her. She was nervous on how to consider these people.

"Clarke, be careful around this group. They know something, about the Mountain Men." Anya said with conviction.

"Anya, they are wearing camouflage. It doesn't make sense. I thought everyone died up North because of the war. How is it that they survived?" I told Anya, asking her for answers. I stare at these bodies lying on the makeshift beds. They all had dark hair. Six men and two women, and they survived. Their passion must be keeping them alive.

Suddenly, I hear one making a deep breath, I quickly rushed to the man who sat up to fast. I pushed him back to lay down.

"Sir, you need to lay back down. You are safe." I said, looking into deep brown eyes. His eyes looked cold and calculating. "My name is Clarke, my tribe helped save you and your people." He turned his head, starring at the other bodies. He turned his head and looked at me. More like studying me. "Can you tell me your name?" I asked.

He opened his mouth, and gasped out "Bellamy, Bellamy Blake." And slowly he closed his eyes. I turned to Anya, studying him with her piercing gaze.

Hola! So I just decided to try and writing a story on The 100. I am curious how you guys will like this story. Please do tell me what you think. There will be writing errors, and I am sorry. But please give this story a chance. Maybe you will like it!