Frohe Weihnachten, allerseits!
Eigentlich war dies als One-Shot geplant, aber irgendwie spuken mir noch so einige Ideen durch den Kopf die dies hier zu einer längeren Story werden lassen könnten.
Was ich bei Kapitel 1 noch vergessen hatte:
Sämtliche Rechte bezüglich The 100 bzw. den Charaktern liegen nicht bei mir sondern bei den Produzenten.
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„It will take some time to fix everything up so we can live here again." Monty looked over everything that they had once called home. It would be again with a bit of work. The earth was burned and bones of grounders and skykru alike littered the ground.
"What on this planet doesn´t require work?" asked Monroe and stepped around him. Her rifle hung loosely around her shoulder. A sign that she felt save. At Camp Jaha no one had gotten her to give up her weapons. Sure the gun they had taken away but she had always carried a few knifes with her. Knifes that were constantly within reach. Now her hands were occupied with pulling burned wood outside of their old home. Monty hurried to help her and while they worked they kept silent. Not because they had nothing to say but because they were content. The last days they had talked enough.
While the others got to work around the outside of the dropship Bellamy and Clarke checked the inside of the dropship. Everything was chaos on the lowest level but that wasn´t a surprise. The second level was like they had left it. Blankets thrown carelessly together after they had tried to leave before the battle and had to go back.
On the third level were the rest of the supplies. Tent structures, a few seats, backpacks, Clarkes medical things and so on.
"Okay so we should stock up on things to eat and medical herbs. Also a little cleaning up and organizing to do." Summarized Bellamy and leaned himself against the railing of the ladder on the third level.
"Sure if you want to skip the smokehouse, storage area and so on."
"That we would have to build and for that we need wood. Lots of it. That will take time and more people than we could take on a hunt." Answered Bellamy and grinned a little. He knew that they needed these things but that they would have to take care of when they came here. Until then they would have to store everything in the higher levels of the dropship.
Clarke shook her head with a smile and began to climb down the ladder.
"Hey! What the hell does that mean!" called Bellamy and climbed down after her.
"I´m going to search for medical herbs." Bemused the blonde leader told him this and patted his shoulder. Somehow her leaving him up there had spooked him as it seemed.
"But…" began Bellamy but Clarke had already gone over to Octavia and Lincoln and got the grounder to go with her. Octavia came over to her speechless brother.
"You´re whipped, Bell." She told him and laughed a little as her brother looked clueless at her.
"What?"
"Not important. You´re going to figure it out for yourself." She couldn´t help but grin. "How about we both go on the actual hunt? We can´t go back emptyhanded when we go back tonight or tomorrow morning."
"Sounds good. Let´s go." More than happy to leave this crazy bubble he checked his rifle and dragged his sister out of the dropship after him. He needed to clear his head.
As Clarke and Lincoln came back later the remaining four had started a fire to warm themselves and to directly burn everything they couldn´t salvage.
With a smile Clarke looked over at them. The girls sat on the shoulders of the boys and were laughing. About what would stay out of her knowledge. They were trying to cut loose a few branches that stuck to a part of the still standing wall. Apart from that the most part of the clearing had been cleared. Later on they would have to decide what they would do with the burned ground. If it should stay that way or if they wanted to dig down to the unburned earth.
"They look more relaxed here than at Camp Jaha." Noticed Lincoln and laid down his pack near the fire pit.
"Yeah." Agreed Clarke with a small smile.
"You look happier, too."
"What has Octavia told you about the reason we were send down here?"
"That your home was dying and they wanted to check if earth was survivable."
"Did she tell you why us?"
"No."
"We were expendable. Every little offense was punishable by death up there. If you were under 18 then you were put in something that we called ´the skybox´. Some were allowed to mingle. Some were isolated from the rest. With 18 you had a retrial so the council could decide if you were fitted to return into the society or if you would be floated."
"Floated?"
"Sucked into space. Nothing can live up their without the proper equipment. A few seconds after you are out there you´re dead. I for my part would have been floated."
"How do you know?"
"I knew something that they couldn´t let become public knowledge. The council believed that it would have caused a riot or something like that. My dad had discovered a flaw in the oxygen system that would have killed all of us. We had air left for little more than a year and a half. He wanted it to become public knowledge so everyone could help find a solution for the problem. That was the reason he was floated and why I was stuck in isolation for nearly a year before we were send down here. One month more and I would have been floated, too."
"Octeivia?"
"She herself hadn´t done anything to get into the skybox. Up there we had a one child policy because of the limited resources and space. She was born as a second child. They floated her mother and put her into the skybox. There was rarely such a case but if I take into account the last decisions that were made with people stuck there her sentence would have been death. Just to save a little more air for the rest." Sourly these words left Clarkes mouth. She was still angry about all of this. She couldn´t forgive her mother or the council. "The remains of the ark just leave a bad feeling in all of us. Before we came down it was a prison with a death sentence."
"Hey Clarke!" called Monty and winked them over.
"What is it, Monty." Asked Clarke and came over to the small group.
"If we want to build a few things then we need sketches with the measurements. Back at Camp Jaha you have your sketchbook, right?"
"Yeah I have. I could begin with it when we get back. We could do it together."
"Great."