a/n: I really liked the idea of doing an oc story from the 100 but from the point of view of someone who wasn't part of the 100 delinquents so I thought why not make her a survivor from factory station that nobody knew actually survived. This is going to be a sort of drabble series, documenting her struggles as she takes on life on the ground and how she has to go through this journey of survival (mainly*) alone. *She will come across people from the canon verse that we already know along the way, both grounders and skaikru Please, read review, follow and favorite if you enjoy!
She was falling.
At first she hadn't been concerned, instead excited, exhilarated.
She was going to the ground.
Her and the rest of the people strapped up inside Factory station, clinging to their parents, to their best friends with glittering eyes and hands clasped tight full of hope.
Amreen had no family with her, nor any friends really as the only one person she did have; her brother Cyrus-who wasn't actually her brother but a boy her father had decided to take under his wing after he had been orphaned- had dropped to the ground when the council had decided to send the 100 delinquents in prison to earth; to see if it was survivable. Now they knew it was survivable and now she could finally get to see him again.
That was if she would make it out of the drop alive.
Because everything was going so smoothly, too easy, and then they pushed through the atmosphere and then it wasn't. Everything had started to go terribly, terribly wrong.
She was falling.
In her excitement she hadn't secured herself into her harness correctly, the makeshift seat belt hadn't been tied around her properly, leading to her being thrown this way and that, like a limbless ragdoll as the ship flipped almost entirely upside down. She smacked against the hard metallic interior with a force that sent an ache vibrating through her nerves and bones. Amreen hadn't even managed to make it to the ground yet and she was already battered with bruises and small cuts.
Everyone screamed and so did she.
Her stomach was in her mouth as the ship turned on an opposite angle, jolting violently and she gripped her harness in her hands with such ferocity that she was certain the material had started to cut through her palms and burn them with the friction. Her legs flailed and her eyes were already streaming with the terrified tears that she couldn't even think to hold back.
And that wasn't even the worst of it but she oh so wished it was.
Factory station had started to crumble, tearing away piece by piece; some of the roof was missing, and then the wall and then all of the roof and then she could see blue and white.
Sky and clouds.
She could see shapes moving through the sky through her blurry tear stained vision. Birds?
Bile rose in her throat.
Not birds people. Her people.
They were falling.
And some of them were on fire.
She could smell it, the strong putrid smell of charred flesh and metal, the cries and screams that she knew she would never let go of. She had grew up with these people, seen their faces for a whole 20 years of her life and now, now she was watching them burn. And she was most likely going to join them.
A sob wracked her shoulders and her fingers trembled, blood was starting to stain her hands and the vibrant yellow cord in it that she clutched as if it were to be her saviour, but she knew it wasn't, she knew there was no saviour.
The ship was heading straight for the cliff face of the nearest mountain, as if factory station had been placed under a curse and every bad thing that could happen to them was going to. She whimpered.
"Cyrus" She cried, the name tumbling off her lips; she knew she wasn't going to make it. None of them were.
May we meet again.
She thought, but then shook the thought from her head. She was still breathing wasn't she?, she still had time, to think, to act, to do, do something-
Sparks sputtered around her, some kind of internal mechanics in the wall had give way, and she shrieked eyes snapping shut at the blinding explosion. She was on fire, her hands moved to swat away the embers, and she was too late to realise her mistake. She had let go of the only thing keeping her inside the ship.
She was falling.
Amreen flailed, reaching out with arms and leg sporadically, trying to grab something; she grabbed someone's leg and met them with pleading eyes. The man clung to his harness and kicked her, kept kicking her away until she had no choice but to surrender to the sky and she felt the tears flooding again. She had grown up with these people and they wouldn't help her, they didn't care about her; it was every man for himself now.
The deathly grip of gravity makes her stomach lurch, and she can hear herself screaming, her throat burning raw. But then she realises there is no way out and she accepts her imminent face. At least she would make it to the earth eventually-if not alive. A small sense of freedom and weightlessness enters her body, and it is over too quickly as her final breaths are stolen by a confusing and startled gasp.
She feels branches and leaves scratch her face then suddenly she comes to a stop.
Amreen opens her eyes and finds that the ground is still plenty feet away from her and she is hanging there limply, achingly. Hanging by her unzipped jacket and her hood.
The articles of clothing had tangled into the leafy limbs that had reached for her as she had fell, and they had snatched her with no plan to let go of the jacket anytime soon.
She allowed herself to breath for a moment. Just a moment because a moment was all she had.
Factory station had collided with the cliff-face, exploding in a horrific mess of fire and screams and shrapnel and debris. Her ears rattled, ringing and she wondered with alarm if there was permanent damage caused.
She could feel the heat of the flames scorching her back, blazing from underneath and around her, she had to scramble, slip her arms out of the jacket and then pull herself up onto the branch with a strength she never knew she had and cling to the tree like a koala she'd seen in an old documentary of exotic animals once; all to stop some debris from wiping her out.
She made the mistake of looking around and witnessing her world burn.
Amreen had thought that she was overwhelmed by the sudden realisation. They were all dead and dying, and she was stuck in this tree and she didn't know what to do next.
Cyrus would know what to do. Oh how she wished she was with him.
She thought, and then despite how scared and traumatised she was; she had a renewed vigor to keep going. She had to find Cyrus.
What would Cyrus do...
She repeated the mantra in her mind as she scanned her surroundings, there didn't seem to be a way down to the bottom of the cliff that wouldn't result in her death, but she didn't let that panic her, Cyrus wouldn't have let it panic him. He would have thought of another way...another way.
Up.
She lifted her head and for the first time in having to go through this whole ordeal she smiled.
There was a rather large ledge not too far away from her, a ledge to her left that she could use as a starting point to scale up the cliff.
Her only problem now was getting onto it.
She was still shaking, though now she wasn't sure what the cause of it was and her ears were still ringing, her cuts were stinging now that she remembered them. But she had to keep moving.
She had to jump.
It was the only way she was going to make enough distance to reach the ledge.
Amreen swallowed a long breath, carefully pulling herself up to her feat, balancing on the branch like it was a beam, holding onto the spindly trunk of the tree to support herself.
She was thankful for the fact that she had learned how to dance during recreation when she was a child, she would never have been able to keep upright on such a small surface otherwise.
Locking her eyes on her destination she held her breath.
Do it Amreen. Do it. You need to jump.
And then she did. Pushing off the trunk with as much force as she could she jumped.
And once again she was falling.
