I wanted to take the time to go back at edit this little author's note as a thank you. I'm going to start this chapter just by saying that I obviously don't own The 100 or I would have made Clarke not leave at the end of season two. I am a Bellarke shipper but I really like making OC stories. But anyways, I've been meaning to do an intro for a while now. Well, not a while because I just started posting this story not so long ago. But I love to see that you guys are reading my story!

Something happened earlier. Something big. The power went out and then a quarantine alert sounded. But it was more serious than just electrical damage and a radiation seepage. The only reason why a guard wouldn't be walking down my hallway or standing in front of my door would be if they were off doing bigger security jobs.

As far as I was aware, I was the most dangerous person in the building. I was the biggest threat to everyone; at least, that's how they treated me. Maybe it was out of fear, maybe it was just envy, or possibly out of confusion; regardless, whatever it was it drove them to locking me up. Though it was ironic that they also put faith in me to rescue everyone. I would love to walk out the second I had my chance. Escaping would be serenity. Even if I died out in the real world, it would still be worth it and it would be a hell of a lot better than rotting in my room. There was a little voice in my head that told me not to, because despite how much it sucked being locked up, I still owed them my life.

I closed my eyes in attempt to focus on sounds. I couldn't hear anything. Not even the squeak of a shoe or the shaky breath of my own breathing. It was previously so chaotic. Everyone seemed to be rushed out of my hall a second ago. There was running and yelling and now every inch of space was filled with ghosts of their presence.

I took a deep breath. Radiation was already in my room, yet I wasn't dead. But level five should be safe, right? Suddenly the silence ceased as a loud alarm rippled through every part of my body. It startled my eyes open. That was the sound of radiation leak to level five. How the hell did that happen? My eyes darted to the door.

I was Mount Weather's last hope of survival, or at least they trained me to be. If radiation leaked in past a certain percentage of the monitored level and there was no chance of getting to emergency oxygen supplies, my doors would automatically unlock so I could bring supplies to the mechanics who knew how to fix leakage.

This would be the first time in months that I would be allowed out of my room, but it was also the only time I had ever been able to help anyone. Every time my room had been automatically unlocked the guards have told me not to leave, or have even barricaded the doors, but now there was no one there to get in my way.

I wiggled my pale toes and used my hands to push myself from my bed. I crossed my arms and took a shaky step towards my white door. Only a few seconds had passed since the alarm went off when my door suddenly clicked open. It had never been that fast before. It normally took a few minutes for the radiation to reach a crucial level. I took an automatic step back and my breath hitched in my throat as I waited for someone to hastily shut it again, but there was nothing.

I could hear cries of pain echo around me as the sounds barreled down the air vents. I pulled up my white dress with one hand and swung the door open with the next. The hall was slightly darker than my room and even smelled different. Slightly musky. I looked in both directions trying to remember which way the support bags were. I was going with right. I pivoted and ran down the hall. Every room I glanced at was empty. I made my way to the end of the hall where a tiny door was.

I opened the door and crouched down looking for the red bag with wheels that they always told me to pick. I realized that I had never actually seen it. They only showed me the door and then where to take the equipment, but they never showed me the bag or what was inside it. It would have been more useful to at least let me see what I was looking for.

There were dozens of bags and containers in the tiny closet. I pushed and pulled black and red wheel-less bags out of the way that cluttered the bottom of the room haphazardly. It seemed like they were just filled with clothes because they were fairly light. There was a space only big enough for me to step in after I littered the hall with bags. My eyes scanned up and down the lines of shelves searching for something I had never seen before. All hope seemed lost until a foggy, white bin caught my eye. It was tinted with red so I assumed it had the bag inside, but of course they put it just out of my reach. I was only 5' 4" but when I stepped on my tippy-toes I could touch the bottom of the plastic container.

I stepped onto a shelf and hopped up just high enough that for a second I was able to grab the container. I fell backwards as the bin came off of the shelf with me. In the same instant I hit my head on the shelf behind me and the dumb bin landed on my bare feet. I gasped in pain and I tried to lurch my feet from under the bin while I clutched my head. The red bag spilled out of the side of the now damaged bin. I stepped out of the closet to make more room so I could lean over and get the bag out. My head spun but I stayed balanced as I opened the container. It seemed heavier than the rest of the bags I had moved. It was large, rectangular, and seemed to have a hard, plastic shell under the fabric. I pulled the handle out and stood up. My head throbbed and I could feel the pain beat like a drum in my ears. My vision went black and I fell to my knees with my head resting on the handle of the bag as my breathing reduced to low pants.

I saw flutters of lights peek through a haze of trees that mesmerized my eyes. This was so familiar, but not familiar at the same time. I looked down to see that there was a little girl with her head in my lap. Her blonde hair fanned out across my legs and onto a patch of flowers. Her little angelic face was covered in blisters and her breathing was labored.

"I'm scared. It hurts," she coughed and looked at me with her brown eyes melting my aching heart, "You're ok." For some reason she was trying to comfort me even though she was the one who was dying. Her little chest rose one last time, but she didn't stop looking at me. I touched her chubby cheek with my hand. She didn't move or cry anymore. She wasn't in pain now, but she was dead and I was crying because of it. Who was she?

My tear induced, blurry vision gazed at the field in front of me. There were three more bodies scattered amongst the flowers and their eyes were locked onto me. An older lady with dark hair clutched the hand of a blonde boy. He seemed to be in his mid-teens but hadn't lost all the baby fat from his cheeks yet. He still had an innocenceabout him even as fear etched his features. On the other side of the woman was a man with thinning blonde hair and a chiseled chin. They were all dead, and I was dead inside now too. Who were they? What was this? I looked at the sky and screamed at the top of my lungs.

My eyes opened and I was startled back to consciousness. What the hell just happened? I looked up and realized I was still on the floor. Something didn't feel right. I didn't have the urge to help the people anymore. It felt like a switch went off in me. I was pissed off as I stood up and started to wheel the bag a little ways. Then curiosity got the better of me. What was even in this bag anyways? I unzipped it and opened it up. This didn't seem like an oxygen support bag, it seemed like a survival bag. There were cans of food. I got down on one knee and dug through it. A canteen, water purifier, a knife that I almost cut myself with, blankets, a small tent, socks, extra clothes and shoes. They didn't want me to save them, they wanted me to save myself. I kept a pair of shoes and socks out, but I shoved everything back down and zipped the case.

All of that trouble I went through to get the bag down. Why didn't they just keep the bag in my room or perhaps tell me what it really was? Another flash of anger hit me and I kicked the bag. It was a dumb mistake because my feet still were in pain and kicking a hard object didn't make them feel any better. The bag fell over and I noticed it had straps too which made it a makeshift backpack. I quickly put on my footwear and slipped the bag onto my shoulders. I ran down the hall as fast as I possibly could, but every step hurt. I took the stairs up to level five as adrenaline helped me push past the pain.

For the first time in years I was free, but what could be said about the rest of the citizens. Part of me didn't care now that I knew I wasn't tied down anymore. I wasn't meant to save anyone besides myself. All the ideas of grandeur I had about becoming a hero and then being accepted by the people faded away. I didn't need to be here anymore, even if being that meant having a room along side the other citizens or being able to walk around Mount Weather and talk to new people that were genuinely happy to see me. I could live out in the open and see the sky turn colors as birds sang to me. But the other part of me was just curious. Were any of them like me? Did anyone else survive the radiation?

I opened the door to level five and made my way around until I found them. A room full of bodies covered in blisters. They were everywhere. I took a reluctant step back. I saw children, women, and men in heaps on the floor and in seats, over tables and pianos, and stacked on each other. It was more unreal than anything. It seemed fake like they could just stand up and welcome me into the room, sit me down and offer me a drink. But they were dead, at least most of them.

There was a boy about my age, maybe a little younger, holding a girl with dark hair and boils on her face. His slim face twisted in a mixture of fury and sadness. He was alone, he was scared and he was radiation resistant like I was. Oddly enough after my vision of the little girl dying in my lap, I knew how he felt; I knew his pain. I took a step forward anyways but didn't know what he would do if he saw me. What could I say during this time of grief?

I decided to leave him be. In fact, it was best if I were to leave all together. I didn't know what I expected to get by coming here. I doubt if there were any more survivors that they would want to go skipping through the forest with a strange girl like their new lives were now a fabulous tea party. They lost loved ones and they would be in no mental condition to now go fend for themselves in the wild. I, on the other hand, had never had loved ones. There were so many differences between me and these people. When they did decide to leave, I doubt they would even want to be with me. I was a complete stranger even though I had lived in this building with them all my life.

"I know you are there," he said with a shaky voice before I could even turn around. He gently set the girl's head down as if she would blow up if he wasn't careful enough. Then his red, puffy eyes glared at me with more hatred than I had ever been able to muster, "This is all your guys' fault. You brought this on and now it's hurt so many innocent people. Are you happy now!" he screamed in rage as every vein in his body popped and every muscle clenched. He whipped up and ran at me. I froze in fear. I didn't know what to do, I didn't even know what I did that pissed him off.

I ducked under his hands that were reaching for my throat and tried to run further into the room and out an exit, but he grabbed the damn red bag and yanked me back.

"I will make you suffer as much as she did." He whispered in my ear with resentment as his hands tried to drain the life from my neck. I struggled to pry his hands off but there was no use. I reached back further in attempt to claw his eyes out but I couldn't even find his head. The bag put too much distance between him and me. I tried to scream for help, but I couldn't even breathe. I stomped my foot in hopes that someone could hear it and come to my rescue. Nothing happened.

There wouldn't ever be freedom for me outside the walls. I was so close to living a real life, but I was going to die with the rest of the people of whom I grew up thinking I would save and then be renowned by. I was going down with this sinking ship in one way or another. My eyes closed in attempt to not panic as I had accepted my fate. A tear seeped out of my closed eyes and ran down my cheek, I couldn't calm down. I was too scared. I dug my nails into the boy's skin and he let out a yelp of pain.

"Jasper!" I heard a man yell in the distance. Quick steps got closer to me and suddenly his hands released my neck. My whole body was too tired to want to support itself, so I fell forward. But instead of falling onto the ground and becoming one with the piles of bodies, I fell face first into a warm, slightly sweaty body. I looked up and saw a very upset and worn out man with dark skin and freckles.

I had never been this close to anyone before and although I should have felt uncomfortable, I felt safe. Breathing was painful from the strangulation but breathing in his scent wasn't all too bad. He was different though from any man I had ever been around. His hand pressed into the back of my head as if to comfort and protect me as I let out my emotions and started crying hard. I couldn't make any sounds, but my tears poured down and I didn't try to stop them.

"You and Clarke killed the rest of them, so what's wrong with me killing one?" My almost murderer's sentence made my head swim and my whole body go cold. I stopped crying but I was panicking even more now. This man caused all of the death that was around me? I tried to pull back but he pushed my head further into his chest. Was he going to break my neck any second now? He could probably do it in one easy twist.

"There have been enough innocent deaths today. We did what we had to do. Either all of our people would die, or all of their people would die. They had no one else to keep them alive after radiation seeped in. The Grounders are gone and if we left even peacefully, they wouldn't have lasted a week. Can't you see that?" I stared at a piece of art work on the wall beside us and tried to rack my brain to fit the puzzle pieces together, but I drew a blank. I didn't understand what they were talking about.

"But I was going to kill Cage!" The boy, Jasper, exasperatedly screeched at the man in front of me who grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to his side.

"So what if you killed Cage, the room was filled with people who would have taken his place and continued his work. And if by some miracle you all would have escaped, everyone would have died from radiation poisoning because they don't have grounder blood to help people. It was a dead end, Jasper. It was either all of us survive or all of them survive," Grounder blood? People from the outside…they used peoples' blood to cure radiation poisoning.

"Maybe she had the treatment…what if one of our people died to give her marrow?" Jasper's voice came from directly behind me now and I almost puked at the thought of him choking me again. His tone was dark and strained.

"So what if she did? It seems like she doesn't even have any marks from getting marrow transplant. She's just a girl, Jasper" He seemed to look over me for marks while I thought about what Jasper said. Why would they take marrow from these people and why would the person die from it?

"Maya was just a girl." I heard Jasper collapse on the ground in a fit of sobs. I didn't know what to do, but the man turned me around and guided me towards a way out with his hand resting on my lower back. My head felt like it was about to implode or fly off of my shoulders. Every step I took was shaky.

He could have been leading me to a group full of people waiting to stab me, but I was too out of it to ask where we were going. Suddenly, I tripped over a body of an old man wearing a yellow button up shirt. I fell and as I fell everything went black again.

"Your blood will help them, Trisha. You can save your family. You can save everyone."

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