Author's Note: This chapter focuses a lot on Clarke's guilt and how she is dealing (or not dealing) with it.

Clarke wandered around aimlessly in the death ridden mountain. Hundreds of lifeless bodies littered the floor and all were covered with severe radiation burns. All of these people were in the midst doing their daily activities, whether that was dining, conversing, or just waiting around, when they dropped dead. Not instantly. They suffered a great deal as they undeservingly faced the pain of being burned by the radiation ridden air that encompassed them. But these people were innocent, they didn't deserve this.

Clarke sprinted down the empty halls, only they weren't empty. A mob of Mount Weather inhabitants ambled towards her and she was frozen in time, unable to move. Dante Wallace approached her first. Blood seeped out of a gunshot wound located in the middle of his chest as he looked at Clarke with a dour expression.

"You've killed us Clarke. You are a murderer," the helpless elderly man exclaimed with hurt in his voice.

Clarke watched as the man instantly fell to the ground in front of her feet, fresh blood oozing out of his wound.

"No… No…. I did what I had to do….," Clarke shakily pleaded. Her breathing began to become heavy as she was unable to turn and run, to escape from her problems as she so immensely desired to do.

The crowd of people meandered in Clarke's direction, all gazing at her with an innocent expression. Their once delicate skin was now scathed with radiation, touched with the act of desperation that she committed to free her own people.

The people were feet away from her.

"What did we do to deserve this?"

"You killed hundreds of people."

"The blood is on your hands, Clarke."

"You killed Finn for nothing."

"You let a bomb explode on Tondc to save your own skin. You're a murderer."

Remarks like these kept on escaping from the people, all of her internal thoughts kept on flooding out. It was nonstop. Clarke felt like she was drowning in her own guilt.

"Stop! Just stop!" Clarke screamed. "I had no choice! Just leave me alone!"

Clarke awoke to firm but gentle hands shaking her shoulder.

"Clarke? Clarke, wake up," a steady voice sounded as she slowly began to open her eyes.

As she opened her eyes, she saw Bellamy standing over her with a fixed expression.

"Bellamy? They never stop-," Clarke began to say, but was cut off by Bellamy.

"Shhh," he began to say in a hushed tone as he rubbed her shoulder soothingly. "It's alright Clarke. It was just a nightmare."

The millionth nightmare, Bellamy thought to himself as he watched Clarke gradually come to her senses as she awakened. It's been about two weeks since they freed their people from Mount Weather and Clarke was still plagued with daily nightmares. There wasn't one night when she hadn't had one, and the nightmares were all the same. Bellamy knew that Clarke would eventually get better and he was ready to be there for her when she needed him, but he was extremely meticulous about when he would step in; he didn't want to smother her so he only helped her when she truly needed her. But Bellamy knew that he had to be there when she was faced with these nightmares. He didn't know what she experienced in them and frankly, he didn't want to know how she was mentally suffering, because when she suffered, he suffered. So he waited by her bed every evening, since he knew that reliving the past was one of the most painful things that someone would have to go through and he had to be there to wake her from her suffering.

Clarke sighed as she found the inner strength to sit up. Her thin blankets were bunched up and disordered, reflecting the distress that she was facing in her sleep. She ran her hand through her disheveled blonde hair before she begrudgingly got out of her bed.

Bellamy watched as she performed robotic motions, appearing almost inhuman. There was nothing healthy about it, but at least she found the strength to get out of her bed. Just a week ago, she hadn't spoken to anybody but him and she refused to leave her room. She delegated the smallest room at camp to herself, again motivated by the desire to rid herself of her guilt.

"I'll be in my room if you need me," Bellamy muttered as he exited Clarke's room, wanting to give her privacy.

Clarke nodded as she watched Bellamy hasten out of her room.

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The chilly morning air prickled at Clarke's skin as she exited what was left of the Ark. Her people had done surprisingly well with rebuilding it and making it useful when it crash landed, not to mention there was no life threatening oxygen problem.

Most people were in the midst of their work, trying to better the camp, but there was a tense air surrounding the people of the Ark. Whenever the subject of Mount Weather was brought up (which it rarely was), people tended to only express what was needed and moved on, avoiding the subject.

Clarke heard her name being called out as she turned around, surveying the scene of people to see who was beckoning her. It was Abby, her mother, who walked towards her at a steady pace. As Abby got close enough to her, Clarke could see her unfamiliar expression, which she knew would remain unchanged for a while. Ever since the bomb dropped on Tondc, Abby hadn't looked at Clarke the same way, no matter how hard she tried to mask and conceal her true feelings.

"Good morning Clarke," Abby stated, as her eyes scanned Clarke.

After a brief pause, Clarke returned her greeting.

"I wanted to ask how you were doing. I know it's only been-" Abby said before she was cut off by Clarke.

"I'm fine," Clarke replied in a rushed tone, not wanting to recall any more memories.

Clarke's abrupt answer bred some discomfort between the mother and daughter, but luckily the tense air was broken by Raven, who appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey Abby, I hope I'm not interrupting but I am asking this since you are chancellor. I was wondering if I could go fetch some water? The supply we currently have at camp is running a bit low," Raven explained.

"I thought that we just recently picked some up," Abby answered.

"Water here goes fast. Now that we have all of our people back…" Raven trailed off when she remembered Clarke was standing right next to her.

"Ok, I guess you could go. But it's only a simple mission to get some water and you have to come right back. Also, you'll need to have someone accompany you. I can't have you going into the forest alone," Abby instructed.

Clarke realized that this could be an opportunity for her to escape from the reminders of her actions, even if it was just for a few minutes.

"Hey Raven, could I come with you?" Clarke asked.

"Um sure, I guess you could. Are you sure you want to?" Raven asked.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Abby interjected.

"I haven't done anything for this camp for a few weeks and I want to feel useful again," Clarke pleaded.

Abby nodded as she began, "Ok, I guess that can be arranged. You two can leave right now, but be back in twenty minutes. If not, I am sending out a search party. Understood?"

Clarke and Raven nodded in unison.

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"So why did you want to come out here?" Raven asked Clarke as they walked at a fast pace with large buckets swinging by their sides.

"I just wanted to feel useful. What about you?" Clarke asked Raven, genuinely curious.

"My leg. I decided it would be a good time to build up the strength to walk on it," Raven replied with a grim tone.

Clarke nodded as they approached the stream where they would fetch the water. They both took a few steps into the ice cold water, eventually ending up knee deep in it. Gingerly placing the bucket in the water, Clarke watched as slightly murky water filled the bucket. Of course it would need to be purified, but the iodine supply in medical would definitely take care of that.

"Hey Clarke," Raven began, "I just want you to know that if you need to talk, you can come to me. I know that-"

"Raven, stop," Clarke warned her in a hushed tone, her muted blue eyes fixed on a point in the distance. Raven followed her line of vision and immediately spotted a group of grounders, three of them, approaching them. These grounders were different. White war paint stood out from their scarred and worn faces.

"What do we do," whispered Raven as her fingers loosened from the water-filled bucket she was carrying, eventually letting it drop completely in the stream as she was overcome by fear.

"We run," Clarke forewarned as she quickly turned, but the pressure of the water made it hard for her to make swift movements. When she turned around, she saw two other grounders with the same war paint just feet away, and before she could do anything, one of the grounders slammed a rock hard into Raven's temple.

"No!" Clarke screamed as Raven fell into the water, unconscious. She felt her water laced body being picked up by one of the grounders, who was walking out of the stream with her. The other grounders followed suit as Clarke struggled to break free of the grounder's tight grip, but was unable to.

"What about her?" a grounder asked as he gestured towards Raven, who lay submerged in the water.

"Leave her. We only need Wanheda."

I'm sorry that this chapter wasn't very eventful, however the next chapter is going to be filled with action. We also get to see Bellamy's reaction and what he is going to do when he realizes Clarke is missing.