The landing was rough. We were both bruised up a bit but otherwise fine. My hand reached out to open the hatch but Dad stopped me.

"The air could be toxic, Isis."

"If it is we're already dead anyways."

"Alright. But we are going to have a talk young lady." She smirks but nods her head and opens the hatch. Immediately lifting her hand as the sunlight momentarily blinds her. She exits and takes in the nature around her. "It's beautiful."

She hears her Dad whisper behind her. She bends down and places her hands on the grass sending out her need for fresh water and fertile soil near an abandoned shelter or area that can be built on. "What are you doing?"

"I'm connecting to the Earth. Trying to find us a home."

"Connecting to the Earth? Isis, how?"

"It's hard to explain but my magic it's . . . I guess the best way to put it would be to say it's in tune with nature." She looks up at him. "I can feel it. Think of it as everything that lives, that grows, has a soul. As humans we're just more not aware but aware than anything else." His brows furrow but he nods to show he at least understands .

"What does connecting do?"

"It lets me know things."

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that we're not the only humans here."

"What?"

"There's survivors and if what I'm feeling is right than about 30 miles due north of here are people living in that mountain that we really don't want to go near anytime soon." She said pointing in the general direction.

"Why? Isis, if there are survivors this could b-"

"They have others locked in cages so they can survive."

"What?"

"The ones living in the mountain can't leave it or the radiation will kill them."

"The radiation? Isis we need to get there if there's radiation!"

"No, we don't Dad. We dealt with solar radiation, which was a lot stronger than what is here, on the Ark. We metabolize it, naturally. The people living in the mountain never left the mountain when the bombs dropped so-"

"So their bodies never learned to handle it."

"Yea."

"The people in the cages?"

"Grounders, those who survived above ground. Their using them to survive. We need to move, there's a place we can make home not too far from here, maybe 10 miles from here. Fortunately, we landed half way down the mountain where the ground was soft enough not to do us some serious damage."

"Yea, you are definitely going on a workout regimen, Dad." She said as he leant against the tree, breathing and sweating heavily.

"Not. Funny."

"Way funny. I mean I was the one locked in a box most my life yet your the one out of shape. We should be close by now." She placed her hand against the tree, questioning the Earth. "I'm going to go ahead we're only half a mile off and there's no one within the next 30 or so miles from here."

"You sure?"

"Yea, might as well make sure I was specific enough before I drag you any further, old man." She said the last part with a small smirk before running off.

"You're grounded!"

"I know, I'm the reason we're here remember!"

"Not what I meant!" He sighed realizing she was already out of his sight before grabbin his leg when his muscle spasmed. "Maybe I really do need to start working out."

She had just made it past the last of the trees when she saw it. There was rubble of what had once been a stone wall. As she looked around she realized the building looked somewhat like an old fashioned hospital or school. Three building were forefront, the walls going well past them, but all of them were in need of major repairs if the clear lack of a roof and even the floors were anything to go by considering she could see the sky through the first floor window opening of the closest 4 story building. Much of the stone was covered in ivy and there was overgrowth everywhere. It was once she was near the entryway and wiped off a plaque screwed into the stone that she learned this place had been a rehabilitation center. She decided to search through what had survived and was stable.

Looking inside at what would have been a rather large lobby she came to the conclusion it had likely catered to the wealthy. A thought that was being proven even further if the broken down conservatory, elaborately detailed iron railing of the massive staircase, and the detailed ceilings of the arched hallways were anything to go by. There was one room that was in fairly decent shape compared to the others and she was surprised to see that the two beds had mattresses on them. Oh, they were filthy and part of the water damaged ceiling had flaked down on them but she knew that her magic could make them like new but she could also use them as the base to create new and better ones. It would take a lot of effort and magic but it would certainly help once the 100 landed. They'd have decent beds that I could say were found in storage underground.

Note to self, build underground storage and safe zone for second nuclear apocalypse. She wondered if she could just tell people the safe zone she builds was a decommissioned silo and that this place was a research facility that was forgotten and sold off before being turned into a rehab center. She'd say she upgraded it after finding the hatch in the underground level. After all a girl's gotta do something when winter comes and it's too cold to go out.

She realized she had been out here for at least a couple hours and quickly made her way out to bring her Dad here. "Ouch!" She yelped and looked down seeing the black blood flowing from the cut on her arm and looked over to see a sharp piece of glass that was sticking out from the table she had passed. "Damnit."