Clarke watched silently as the others walked around the camp. Somehow Camp Jaha didn´t feel like home. Never had since she had set her first foot into the remains of the ark. The dropship was her home. It had been wild and dangerous but it nevertheless had felt save. Even if most of it was burned to ashes.
"What are you thinking about?" Bellamy approached her from behind. His watch at the gates was over for today. His rifle was slung over his shoulders and he had his hands in his pockets.
"About home." Was the simple answer he got but he understood without a further question. He felt the same. Here they were children again. The knowledge they had gathers at their time alone had no value to the adults. No one listened to their advice. No one cared enough to help them get over what had happened at the mountain. Sure the physical marks were fading but the emotional scars were still there. Would be there for a long time. Not one of the adults was helping with these.
Bellamy knew that Clarke was awake long into the night. That she made sure that the remaining of the 100 slept. If someone had a nightmare Clarke was there. Most of the time without waking the person. But still they knew the morning after that the blonde leader had been there. They just knew.
"Some of us would like to go back. Even if we would have to build everything up again." The statement was lowly spoken but Clarke heard it.
"I´m thinking about it, too." Answered Clarke and looked over at the older Delinquent. Maybe he had never been in the skybox but he was one of them. Would always be. "On one of our hunting trips alone we could start stocking resources. Build the walls up again. The others won´t notice it if we vanish a whole day to hunt. They don´t know what could be gathered on a hunt that lasts a whole day."
"That could work." Agreed Bellamy and sat himself on the ground. His rifle resting between his feet. "How about starting tomorrow? The meat is going down and we could check the state of everything at the dropship. After that we could begin stocking up and rebuilding."
"Sounds good. Who are we taking along?"
"How about Harper, Monroe, Miller and Monty." Asked Bellamy and looked into the sunset. It was calming.
"You don´t really think that Octavia will stay here." More than a little amused Clarke sat down next to him.
"That she will come along goes without question."
"Good. I´ll tell the girls and you the boys. Tomorrow at down?"
"Sure." With that they parted ways and informed the chosen few.
Tomorrow they would begin to live again.
Free without 'adults' questioning every step.
Respected in their own right.
Living on their own terms.
Healing along the way.
