I struggled with the start of this one, I didn't really want to describe moving rocks but I had to :(

Clarke

Moving the rubble to locate the entrance of the bunker takes hours, the remains of the commanders tower had toppled onto the entrance, it will take days maybe even weeks to move it all by myself, there's no way the people in the bunker can help, not with them all inside, maybe it's clearer on their end.

I move the smaller rocks aside, exhaustion washes over me, I feel dizzy. Even the smallest tasks make me easily fatigued, the radiation is really taking a toll on me.

Sitting by the rover and leaning on a small pile of rocks I reach for the radio, switching it on I speak "Mom, are you there" it takes ten minutes before I get an answer, Yes is the reply in morse code, I continue "I found the rover and I'm in Polis, I've tried to move some rocks but the radiation effects still haven't healed, I can't do much yet, I'll wait till morning before trying, could you try from your end?" Radio when is the reply "Okay, hopefully I'll see you tomorrow"

Hoisting myself up I climb into the back of the rover, it's flat and hard but I have no where else to sleep as I don't really fancy the thought of sitting and sleeping, not after the time I woke up and my neck was in pain.

I settle down and wait, soon Bellamy's daily radio call will come in, even though he can't hear me yet I still speak like he can, it hurts people you love thinking that your gone, hearing the pain in the voice.

The radio crackles and I sit up immediately, reaching for it I listen intently, it's not Bellamy though, it's Monty "Hi, uh Octavia... I'm talking instead of Bellamy because he's kinda sick..." Worry gnaws at me, how is he sick, is it delayed radiation poisoning, was he injured, is it lethal. "I got the algae formula wrong, it didn't go down well, he was the first to try it and now he's resting, it's fine though, he's fine just out of it, so uh bye I guess, we'll speak soon?"

Monty is so wonderfully awkward, knowing Bellamy is okay fills me with relief.

I guess I was more tired than I thought as I start drifting off almost as soon as the call ends.

Waking to the harsh light of the glaring sun I get up, I've rested It's time to start working.

Grabbing the last nutrition paste I finish it, I've only got stale crackers and a small portion of salted meat left, I need to get into the bunker by the end of the week or I'll have nothing left.

Determined I set to clearing a path so I don't have to balance across uneven ground to move rocks.

Hours later and I no closer to the entrance, I found a small slip of space where I can fit, it'll make it easier to move the rocks further along.

If anyone else was here they would see the annoyance clear on my face, it's taking too long I just want to see my mother, frustrated tears slip down my face as I tug at a rock will all I have, I loose my footing and slip, toppling back I grab onto something, its smooth and round, I look and can't stop the tears. It's a part of Lexa's throne, one of the wooden branches.

Determination renewed I start forcing against the rocks, I should really radio my mom and tell the to check if they're blocked but I can't stop, I'm so close.

I don't notice the rumbling, too caught up in my task, not until small rocks start falling, I gasp and turn scrambling to get out, I trip on some rocks and tumble out, turning and watch in disbelief as all my hard work is ruined.

I did this I ruined my chance of survival by being too stubborn.

Now I'm alone for good and have only a few days worth of food. I am going to die.

Defeat. I can't grasp it yet but anger fills me, I've essentially killed myself. Getting up I tug in my hair, my singed, ruined hair. A scream escapes me and I kick out angrily, a cracking sound stops me as horror fills my veins. No.

I broke the radio.

I broke the radio.

The only way I can talk to my family. The only way of staying sane.

The world goes dark.

Opening my blearily eyes I am met by darkness, I fainted.

I'm freezing, shaking uncontrollably. Rushing into the rover I start it, turning the heat up, it wastes batter but I'm more concerned of my survival right now.

Looking back at the rock pile I sigh, I'm not getting into the bunker, there's no way, not by myself.

After warming up I start to pack up, I need to find somewhere livable. Somewhere I can wait until Bellamy and the others come down and help me free the people of the bunker.

Taking one last sorrow filled look, I set off.

I drive towards where Arkadia was hoping they're some salvageable things there that I can use to fix the radio I so stupidly kicked.

Arkadia is a ghost town, the barriers and sign now lay waste, some parts of alpha station have been dragged away and now only a shell of our former home remains.

I shuffle towards the would be mess hall, metal cups lie strewn everywhere but what makes me start is the bodies, well remains, the flesh was all melted away, skeletons remain.

Carefully avoiding stepping on the once people I reach the window, the one that almost everyone in the Ark used to gaze down at Earth and wonder what life there would be like, now we know, and now some of us wish we never knew.

Stepping back I know something, it lest out a loud metallic thunk, I turn and puck it up, it's a box and it's locked. Taking it back to the rover I try to pry it open, it's stuck, I need tools. Tools that I can find in Raven's old workshop.

I had to force this chapter out, its a filler between whats gonna happen next and it was torture to write, I'm so sorry if it's terrible.Love Liya xx.