CHAPTER 2: ONE MORE TOMORROW - Frankie Carle

As I feel my consciousness on the verge of slipping away, the room finally slows down to a stop. Relief floods through me, as if the blood has returned to my body. The numbness subsides and the cold metal sends chills through my body. I open my eyes. Everyones faces seem just as confused as i am, looking around, getting up and helping others up.

I suddenly become more away to the constant pain on my left arm. I look at my side to see Octavia's small and still form laying on the ground. All the haziness in my mind completely vanishes and i immediately rush to Octavia's side. I push her shoulders back so her face is upwards and her neck is exposed. I press two fingers on the side of her neck, begging for a pulse. Surely enough, there's a slow pulse. I let out a breath.

The voice from the speakers is still repeating; "Mount weather is the cure."

Nothing makes sense. What is Mount Weather? A cure for what? Are we actually going to the ground? What's it going to be like? What are we going to see first? The sea? Grass? I gaze out to the window, hoping to see something- anything that would tell me where we were. What if we're in danger as soon as we get out- if we get out. But there's nothing there. Nothing, just concrete.

A sick feeling appears in my stomach when i gaze around to find the body of the lifeless boy, illuminated by the dull light of the bulb. A sudden crave for my room appears. I close my eyes and try to imagine myself sitting on the floor of my room, surrounded by the scent of paint and the feel of my soft, brown rug under my fingers. A small smile appears, remembering the time he got the rug for me. The smile quickly disappears when i realize my rug isn't, neither is my room and my Dad is gone forever.

A rattle emerges from the wall that has the window. I whip my head to look. With a low hum, we start to descend a little further down. But this time, there's no concrete to hide the view. Light floods through the room.

At first it's too bright to see, but before i could adjust to the light, the room shudders to a stop and the entire wall drags itself upwards. An instant wave of heat rushes through widening gap underneath the wall. A strange smell gushes in, overwhelming my senses.

And then my sight decides to finally work. That's when i see… what i believe to be sand. Actual, real sand. The wind- yes, real wind- blows the sand all across the room. A few grains fly to my hands. I study them closely, not able to believe that this is actually happening. This is happening.

While being so distracted with the sand, a shadow blocks the light coming onto my hand. I look up to see a pair of distressed brown eyes, looking down at Octavia. He has his hand on Octavia's arm. Fighting my urge to back away from this guy, i desperately grab Octavia and begin to pull over to me.

"Don't touch her!" I warned. He snapped his gaze to me, now realizing that i actually exist. I feel Octavia stirring. The boy just stays there, in his crouched form. I observe him. He has a mass of curly hair on his head that looked like he hadn't even touched it for several days. His (rather shocked) warm brown eyes are strangely familiar, which is impossible because i've never seen him before. Not to mention how they're staring at me so confusingly. His skin is a tawny beige, with freckles dotting his cheeks. He's wearing a plain black, half sleeved shirt that hug his muscular arms, black cargo pants with several knives and a gun attached to it, and black boots. A million questions rain down on me. Who is he? Why is he here? Why did he want Octavia?

"Clarke?" Octavia's voice ends the train of questions in my head. I move my gaze from the man down to Octavia.

"Hey, It's okay," I hopelessly try to assure her, as she gazes around, squinting at the light. Her eyes stop when she see's the man. She immediately sits up, wide eyed, brow crunched and mouth parted.

"Bellamy." She breathes. Any sign of confusion on the dude's face dissolved and broke into an ear to ear smile.

"O." He say sighs. In a matter of milliseconds, they were hugging each other tightly, with an occasional sniff from Octavia. At that very moment, i only had one question on my mind;

What the hell is going on?

Now you could probably imagine my astonished face, sitting there looking like an idiot, as they proceeded to hug and sniffle. She knows him? He knows her? Who is he? Who is she? What?

"I missed you. So much." Octavia says, finally moving away from Bellamy.

"I didn't." He chuckled, earning a light slap on his arm. "You're so grown up. You look just like mom." He says. Although his face showed complete and utter joy, his eyes had a sadness to them. That made me curious. Very curious. That's never good.

"Um." I utter quietly, smiling slightly, "I'm Clarke." I say. It sounded more awkward it should've been. They both look at me, Octavia smiling. But Bellamy… not so much.

"I know who you are." Bellamy replies, to my surprise, quite rudely, as he grimaces. "Let's go O. Let me get you checked up."

My smile disappears from my face, replaced by, you guessed it, puzzlement. I silently watch as they both walk away, Octavia looking back at me with sorry eyes. I nod. Last thing i wanna do is to ruin her mood. I look outside clearly for the first time; it looks just like a picture that i saw in my textbook once;

A pale blue sea, with the waves rushing over to the shore with a quiet swoosh. The sky had dark clouds hiding the sun, but the sunlight broke through some of them, making their rays very visible. It's beautiful. It's real. I was at a loss for words. No one said anything. I'm sure they're just as bewildered as i am.

A person interrupts my view. She has a long robe that flaps around in the wind, and is sporting a scowl on her face. Her hands on her hips indicate she's impatient. She has magnificent, brunneous skin and a strong build.

"Miss Griffin." I jump as she barks, and then glares at me. "I am with me."

I hesitantly walk towards her.

"Lincoln!" She calls out. A tall, built, man with bronze skin appears. He looks focused. "Teik em kom stegeda" She says to him and he gives a firm nod.

"Follow me. And keep up." I quicken my pace as i step out of the room. My shoes sink in the sand, a smile appears on my face. I quickly followed Indra. We walked along the beach side. There were no houses or anything.

On the right there was the sea and on the left, a huge forest, with towering trees. It looks endless as i gaze inside, suddenly afraid of what lies in the depths of the rainforest. Unsurprisingly, Indra was headed straight for the forest. I suddenly questioned myself. Why am i following her?

"Wait!" I shout. She whips around. "Where are we going? Who are you?"

Then it all happened so fast. Within seconds, she was behind me, holding a large knife to my throat. I gasp as i feel a sharp prick on my neck.

"Gada kom skai kru," She hisses in my ear. Paralyzed by fear, i stay still. "You do as i say, or you die and i send your lifeless body to your mother."

She lets go, and my gut wrenches together. I let go of a my breath. She gives me one last glance and starts walking. I follow behind, cautiously. I don't know whats going on, but i know one thing; We're not safe. I'm not safe. The fact that they separated me from the others sends a chill through my whole body.

Are they going to kill me?