If it's one thing I've learned in life, it's that time can be a very fickle thing. Speeding and slowing down without warning, sometimes when you least wanted it to.

Like how quickly the time has passed since we got here. It's been two months and sometimes I feel like it was just yesterday.

Or how time seemed to freeze and then go in slow motion on our way here as we tried to protect everyone from a small group of zombies that had come out of nowhere. We lost two more of our own before killing them all, bringing our numbers down to just eleven.

It was also true what they said about time healing all wounds. The bite wounds I got had looked horrible after cleaning them up, they didn't just bite me but had also torn into my skin, leaving behind mouth size chunks missing from my left side. Now they looked much better as they healed, soon I bet there would only be scars. And scars I could live with, we all had them after all, inside and out.

Another thing I was spending time on was waiting to get sick. Bellamy told me what had happened to the infected man so we all figured it would happen to me as well. Only none of it happened. I did feel my muscles ache but knew that had more to do with training and working instead of being infected. As the weeks went by I actually started to feel stronger, better, healthier even. I guess I was the luckier one and skipped the sick stage.

When we got to Earth it had been late summer, now it was fall and the weather outside showed it. At first, it confused us at how chilly it got and how fast but thanks to Citizen Z and his never-ending fountain of information that he was more than willing to share with us, we learned a lot and kept learning more each day. Monty had been over the moon when he saw that not only did our new home have a communications center, it also had a computer lab set up with individual computer stations that we took major advantage of. Citizen Z helped us set them up and once we got it figured out he sent us videos, electric books, help guides and anything else he could think of to help us. We found out how seasons changed here, how to operate the generators, how to hunt, fish, save and store the meat, and to the joy of everyone, he helped us figure out what food was bad and what should be eaten first. Citizen Z became a favorite to everyone as he was almost always around and showed so much patience as we figured things out.

Life here at Mount Weather wasn't just talking to Citizen Z and reading on the computers, there was always work to be done. And if there wasn't work, there was training. Of course, as teenagers, not all of us wanted to do what was told of them by other teenagers which caused a few arguments here and there, all of which was easily solved by me calmly pointing out the obvious.

No one was going to hand us food. No one was going to wash our clothes for us. No one was going to make sure the generators stayed running for us. No one but ourselves. If we wanted food, we had to hunt for it, gather it, store it, save it. All by ourselves. It wasn't going to just appear in the cafeteria at a certain time, handed to you by some adult that prepared it. That was a big reality slap to the face to some, finally understanding that they were alone. Knowing they were on their own and seeing the proof were two different things.

I had worried about leadership and who it would be, a few years ago when I asked my mom about the council on the Ark, she told me that there should always be someone in charge, not to control people but to lead them, and sometimes the person in charge also had a group of people to help him.

I had nothing to worry about though as most of us looked to Bellamy, something he noticed and used to keep things going. In addition to him, people also looked to me for answers or help, often seeking me out to ask questions or for praise when they did something right.

Being looked up to wasn't easy, I felt like I was always in the spotlight, which Bellamy agreed with when I brought it up to him. We talked it over and felt that since we both wanted the same thing, everyone safe and taken care of, that we could work together. That isn't to say we didn't fight, we disagreed many times on how to do things or who would do them. Bellamy wanted the girls doing what he deemed safe while the guys took care of hunting and protecting. He was even against us girls learning how to use any of the weapons, stating that they could protect us. That caused our first and biggest fight to date. I was offended as were the other girls and I let him know it. I wasn't going to sit behind all day at home, cooking and cleaning while we waiting on the big strong menfolk. No way, not gonna happen. He didn't want to back down but against every single one of us girls saying the same thing he had to admit he was wrong and agreed to let us train as well. He wouldn't let any of us out to hunt until we could use a gun to his standards, not even the guys.

He was just as headstrong as I was and it did cause us to bump heads a few more times after that, something everyone took notice of since our fights tended to get loud. It was a running joke that our fights would one day lead to us kissing, something that made us laugh when we heard it whispered around us. Neither of us had any interest in the other sexually, we could (and did when I brought it up to see what he thought) admit we thought the other was very attractive, however, we just didn't feel a spark, no kind of connection other than our shared leadership and friendship which grew deeper as the weeks flew by.

While the Ark survivors had spent the last two months training, filling their bodies up with food, having clean clothes, learning and doing, even more, training, the same could not be said for Murphy and the members of his group.

After the tornado, they had meant to stop for a week, possibly two, so they could catch up on sleep and grab supplies for the rest of the trip. Of course, as planned things often go, it didn't happen that way.

Murphy had started acting strange back at Warren's house when he shaved his head and acted nutter then his usual annoying self. Then there was that business in the basement with the zombie that he wouldn't kill and how he acted afterward. His behavior didn't get better while they rested, it got worse each day that passed. On top of that, his health was rapidly going down hill and no one knew what to do. Weeks passed as they hoped he would get better so they could get back on the road again. Seeing that the medicine they had picked up for him still wasn't helping at all, Garnett made the decision to call Citizen Z and see what he suggested to do.

"Calling Citizen Z, this is Delta X-ray Delta, come in Citizen Z."

It didn't take long at all for him to answer Garnett.

"Hello Delta X-ray Delta, how is everyone doing? Are you ready to continue your mission with the package?"

"Actually no, there's a problem with the package. Do you know where we could go for better medical supplies and maybe a doctor?"

"What do you mean there's a problem with the package?"

"He's been sick and nothing is helping him, he's getting worse by the day. He's pretty bad."

"Hang on, give me a moment."

They looked at each other in confusion but did as he said, wondering what he was doing. Thankfully for their nerves, they didn't have long of a wait.

"About two miles from you there is a farm, the couple that lived there used to talk to me until they ran out of food and refused to leave. They opted out instead."

Murphy in his own way had to butt in. "So they killed themselves, whoop-de-do, what does that have to do with us? Could you get to the point already?"

Citizen Z continued as if he didn't even hear him. "I doubt they have much as far as supplies go, but they do have a working satellite and video connection. If you make your way there I think I can get in touch with a doctor I know that is closer to you than California. We can have her look at him and talk to him, see if she'll take a look at him in person or if he's ok to travel the rest of the way."

Garnett traded looks with Warren, both of them picked up on something that Citizen Z wasn't saying. "What aren't you telling us?"

A dry chuckle answered them. "A few things my friends, a few things. It's a small group but none of them are bad, I have all of their information on file. I have to talk to them before telling you any more of their details. I am sure she will look at him. Can you get to the farm?"

After getting the location, they agreed they could get to it and said they would be there in an hour after they gathered up all of their supplies and packed up.

Citizen Z quickly called out to Monty, who he knew spent most of his time in the communications center, and asked if Clarke and Bellamy were close by, as he needed to talk to them, now if possible. Luck was on his side and they had just finished a meeting of their own and walked in a few moments later. Citizen Z explained what was going on and waited as they talked it over, he grew anxious as it looked like while Clarke was fine with it, Bellamy on the other hand, didn't want to let in strangers, thinking it might be dangerous to them. Bellamy almost had it his way but after hearing that Clarke would like to talk to someone else that was bitten finally agreed to talk to them and go from there.

Happy that he had at least set up a meeting, Citizen Z got off after letting him know he would set up a video call in shortly less than an hour, which Clarke said they would be ready for.

10k was restless as he waited with the others at the farm. Things have been tense all around, he would have liked to think it was due to Murphy being weird but it wasn't, at least not for him. In his case it was due to the thing with Cassandra when the tornado hit, it confused him and he was still trying to figure it out. Right before the tornado hit he had tried being nice to her by covering her back up when her blanket fell. That backfired as he almost got knifed for his efforts when he really didn't even mean anything by it. But in the car, that was different, right? It certainly felt different.

But all thoughts of Cassandra left his mind as the screen in front of them flickered on, showing them the group that would hopefully be able to help Murphy. It was in the middle of those faces that 10k saw an angel, a beautiful stunning angel. One with a welcoming smile and a halo of golden locks.