Moving from the bunker to the lab was the best option for Clarke. She felt less closed in, more hopeful. It helped that she felt the presence of her friends here. She fed off the memories established here, inspiring her to try harder at the same time, it also reminded her of the people she missed the most. Being alive, being here was a real catch 22. She'd survived, but for what., to die alone? It was in moments like this she still used the bunker. The bunker bore no memories of her friends. whenever the memories became too much, she would close the door and pass out on the big bed in the bedroom. If she was really lucky, she would get some much-needed sleep. If not, she would see him in her dreams, see them. The reason she was here by herself. They lived because of her sacrifice, or at least she hoped they did.

The time she did spend in the lab was fast becoming very productive. A little deep searching in the lab had uncovered some old plans on building a portable communication tower and much to her surprise she had good success finding an assembling the pieces. She planned on testing it as soon as she got the chance, hopefully she would be able to reach the ring or the bunker. If she got really lucky she would get to talk to Bellamy. An even better stroke of luck came when she'd managed to forge together a good sized raft from the ruins of the steel beams of the house, it wasn't the prettiest thing, and it would probably only get her across the water once and not back, but she didn't need to come back. She hoped,

***Day 366***

Clarke put on the radiation suit, it was one less thing she would have to carry. She left the helmet. Even if it wasn't cracked and worthless, she didn't need it anymore anyway. The lab had pretty much been stripped of anything useful that she could carry. The few MRE's she had remaining were stashed in her backpack, along with a spear, and constructed a working, albeit homemade looking, bow and arrow that would feed her and protect her against anyone or anything that might have survived like she had. She'd pieced together a tent, hand stitching it, it wasn't pretty, but it offered protection from the elements and other crawling things until she could get to any buried cars or underground bunkers that remained intact. She hoped the drop ship had somehow escaped destruction, but she wasn't holding her breath. She'd gotten all she could off the island, used every scrap of useable material. If she wanted to survive the next four years, she'd have to go back to the woods of Arkadia and Trikru and hope that something, someone had survived praimfaya.

Only one thing remained. She needed to try to get a message to Bellamy, to the bunker in polis and hope her first attempt at establishing a portable communication system actually worked. The soot and ash had started to clear, so the sun peaked through the grey sky more and more; just in case, she left a message in the lab, where they would find it if they every did come back to look for her. Of course it would be many years yet before it was safe for any of them to come down from the sky or out of the bunker in polis. She could be dead by the time that happened for all she knew. Positioning the handheld tower in the sun, she adjusted the trajectory of the dish to feed off the beam of sun.

She wired the hand held radio to the dish, hoping the signal would somehow be strong enough for it to transmit.

"Bellamy, mom" she spoke into the mic "I don't know if you can hear me, but just in case…" she sighed. "It's been one year since praimfaya destroyed the world as we knew it. One year since I have seen or heard anything from anyone. The bunker and the lab have served me well. I've even managed to become a little tech savvy" she laughed "but tell Raven not to worry, I think her job is still safe. I don't even know if this is reaching anyone, but if it is, I want you to know that I'm alive. I survived praimfaya. I survived being alone for a whole year, but if I don't get off this island, I'll wont make it another year. So, I'm leaving. Heading to Arkadia, to the drop ship, to the woods of Mount Weather. With any luck some of the old hiding places have survived and I can get what I need from them."

She bowed her head, blinked back the tears that threatened to spill out . Taking a deep breath, she began to speak again "I miss you both. I miss all of you" her voice cracked a little "I hope I didn't do all this to lose you or for you to lose me anyway" she continued. "I know it isn't safe for you to come out, even if you are hearing this, but its safe for me. The nightblood treatment worked. I have been okay for most of this past year. Its what has kept me sane. I didn't have to be locked up in some godforsaken bunker, didn't need oxygen or radiation suits. But, I do need you. All of you, so please don't try to come for me before its safe" she sighed "I will be okay, but only if I get off the island. I love you all" she sniffed "don't forget that."

Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she detached the handheld radio, stashed it in her pack, slung the dish over her shoulder and boarded the raft. With any luck at all, they heard that message. She was going home, for the first time in a year to see what, if anything had withstood the raging anger of praimfaya. If it didn't, she would be hard pressed to survive the next four years.

Bellamy paced in the lab, tears flowing down his cheeks, she made it. She was alive, and alone, but she was alive. He somehow managed to find the right button to record her message. He tried to call back to her, but either she disconnected or the signal was too weak for a two-way conversation, but all that didn't really matter. She was alive and for the moment that was enough for him. He wondered it they had heard the message in the bunker at polis. He needed to talk to his sister, but it wasn't time for their conversation yet. "RAVEN, get in here" he hollered as loud as he could, not wanting to leave for fear the message would somehow go away. "Raven" he called again.

She raced in as fast as her bum leg would allow her "hold your horses, I'm coming" she muttered. She entered the room followed closely by the others. He raced toward her, picked her up and spun her in his arms "she's alive, she's okay" he whispered tearfully, placing her back on her feet. "how do you know this?" she asked not needing to ask who he was talking about. He dragged her to the communication system and pressed the replay button, hoping he had recorded it correctly. When her voice came over the air he sighed. Raven snorted "how the hell did she manage to figure that out?" she grinned. "Of course she made it" Murphy drawled "our little princess always was tougher than she looked" he smiled as he spoke. Harper hugged Monty. Emori looped arm around Murphy. Echo stood in the back "She really can outlast anything" she murmured "Roan always said that about her" she shook he head "the great Wanheda, a force to be reckoned with, even on her worst day."