I stole his journal. I'm using it as my personal diary, never had one of this before. I don't know what to write, but all I know that's its helping me with everything that has happened. The grounder is still chained up. I want to free him, but how? Any suggestions? Of course not, this is just a diary that doesn't respond back. I can't trust anyone because they are all my brother's minions. It would have to be at night. I would have to untie him and discretely exit the camp. After the storm, the others have been cleaning so there's nothing blocking the exit in any direction to the forest. We only have to be fast enough to get to the forest unseen. Am I going with him or am I staying here with Bellamy and the others? It's a tough choice, I barely know this grounder. My emotions flicker too much to pinpoint exactly what I feel for him. What if he kills me? He won't, but I couldn't assure this 100%.

Every night, I go to see him. I wait impatiently for the sun to fall and see him. I spend insane hours with him. We just stare at each other. I wonder what he would say if he could speak? Would I still feel the same for him? Forget that, but I would ask him so much. For example, how did his ancestors survive the Armageddon? How has he survived all these years by himself? Are there more than the few grounders we've encountered? Is the cave his home? Why has he protected me?

It's barely noon, the night can't get here fast enough. I want to see him and give him some food and water. I want to know how he's holding up. His wounds are healing fast. Raven shouldn't have done the whole electrocution spectacle. I think he had endured this kind of torture before. I noticed his eyes before Raven electrocuted him, like he knew that kind of pain.

This journal has some amazing drawings. Most of the day, I spend my time looking at them, observing each detail and tracing the lines with my fingers. You would think that counting and language cannot disappear in merely 100 years, but it has. At least he knows the basic. Bellamy is right. He has kept count of how many have died, but why?

I grow impatient with every ticking on the clock. Seconds are minutes and minutes are hours. I can't wait anymore, and it's only 1 o'clock.

I wonder how life was before Armageddon. How people lived before everything ended. Everything is so bizarre. So bizarre. The animals are deformed. The environment seems like killing everything with its acidic clouds. I wonder what beyond the forest is. More life? More grounders?

Please guys! Let me know if you like it. This is my 1st FF. I'm writing it because there's no FF for Octavia & the Grounder. If there is, please let me know. 'Cause I want to read it. Thanks!