Chapter 2: The village

Clake woke up after a dreamless night at first light. The sunlight hit her eyes and Clark hoped for some nice weather today. The sun was warm in her face. She enjoyed the sunlight for a few minutes before she stood up and broke camp. She needed to find something to eat soon because the small amount of dry meat that niylah gave her, was nearly gone. She did eat the small amount that was left and started her day.

She made her way back to the river to wash herself and drink some of the water. Clarke knew that she probably should have boiled the water before drinking it but she couldn't do that right now so she just filled her bottle with the cold water. She washed her face and made her way along the river. She had no idea where she was or where she was going but she didn't care. She did not want to think about camp jaha, her friends and family and especially not lexa. That b*tch.

Clarke started to get angry again and she kicked a stone that was laying there on the ground. She screamed and got furious by the thought of lexa. She still couldn't believe that lexa had just left her to die at mount weather. After everything. After the kiss. After all the planing. Clarke tried to calm herself down. She tried not to think about lexa. She banned her from her mind. Clarke hated her. She wanted to kill her but she also knew that she could never do that. She still cared for her even after her betrayal. She got even angrier at that thought. She tried not to think about lexa anymore.

She tried focusing on finding something to eat. After walking along the river for a while clarke decided to go back into the hoped that she could find some berries or a small animal that she could kill. She looked for hours, not finding anything. But then all of the sudden she found a bush with raspberries on it. She was so happy that she nearly started to cry over it. She picked as many as she could and put them into the small pocket of her rucksack. After taking a small break, eating some of the berries and drinking some water, clarke got back onto her feet. She continued her walk. Even though she did not have somewhere to go to.

Her thoughts wandered of again and she started thinking about mount weather again. Her chest filled with pain again. She thought of all the dead people and jasper holding the dead Maya in his arms. Tears started blocking her view and clarke let out a small sob. She didn't want to think about it anymore but she couldn't help it. Tears started to fall faster after thinking about all the innocent people and children. And then she fell to the ground all of the sudden. When she saw the reason for it, she screamed.

There was a dead person on the ground, laying on its stomach. Clarke approached the person slowly and flipped the person to its was a young man, not older than 25. Clarke checked his pulse even though deep down she knew he was dead. She didn't feel a pulse and she wanted to cry even harder. She tried to blink her tears away so she could see better. She checked the woods around her. At first she didn't notice anything but then she saw legs behind a tree about 30 feet away from her. She ran over to them and found another body. A man who was older than the other one. He was dead as well. "What the-" she stopped mid sentence after seeing even more dead people a couple feet away from her.

She asked herself if she was dreaming but she knew she wasn't. It was real. She carefully made her way over to the dead people. They were slaughtered. Multiple stab wounds and slit throats. Clarke checked the woods again but she saw nothing. Nobody was there. She looked east and saw the beginning of a village. She hasitated. Maybe the killers were still there. But she also thought maybe there are survivers. People she could took her gun from her waistband. On her way into the village she found even more dead people. When she was sure that who ever attacked them were gone, she started to look for survivors.

The went from building to building, from cabin to cabin. All of the cabins where built out of wood. All she found was death. Dead people in every cabin. Women, men and even children. All slaughtered. Blood was everywhere. 67 dead people so far. She made her way over to the last cabin. It was of to the side, behind some fields. It wasn't near the other cabin what confused clarke a bit but she did not questioned it further. She took the path between the fields and stopped at the door. The door was wide open. Blood was splashed across of it. She listened inside. Nothing. Clarke knew what she would find. Death.

She entered slowly. In the first room there was a dead woman. She was maybe about 30 years old. A little bit behind her was a dead man. He looked a little bit older than the woman. Both dead. Throats slit. They also looked like they have been torture. Why? What did the attackers want. Did they get whag they wanted? And what was worth killing 69 people? Clarke waked past them with a disgusted look an her face. She searched the other rooms but they were all empty, no one in them. Not even dead people. She looked in a kitchen and a room that looked like a bedroom. No one was there. she went back to the hallway. One room left. She opened the door and found a room with a table, 4 chairs and a bed on either sides of the room. That's it. Nothing more.

Two of the chairs were laying on the ground. But otherwise, the room was empty. Clarke took a deep breath. She needed to calm down. After a few seconds, she turned around, moving towards the door. She was about to leave when she heard a tiny sob. Clarke stopped in the movement. She froze. Her hand tightend around her gun. She turned back. She listend carefully but she only heard herself breathing. Clarke thought she had imagend it but then she heard it again. It sounded like a little cry. Clarke knew she wasn't alone. She felt it.

She slowly walked towards the first bed and checked under it. Nothing. She did the same exact thing on the other side. Also nothing. Clarke thought she was going crazy. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tried to think. She opened her eyes after a few seconds and turned away from the bed. She was ready to leave but then she noticed something under the table. A white piece of fabric or something like that was stuck in the floor. She held her breath and walked over to the table. She tried to make no noise. She let out a sharp breath when she realised that there was something of with the floor underneath the table. There was darker wood, shaped like a rectangle. Just as big as the table. She tried to figure out what it could be. Then octavia came to her mind. It was a door to a room/hole in the floor. Clarke face went completely pale. She instantly knew that there was someone underneath that door under the table.

Clarke tried to calm herself down again but it didn't really work. She pushed the table aside so the door would be free. She kneeled where the door seemer to begin but she had no idea how to open it. There was no way that clarke could get her fingers between the wood. She needed something thin that could fit between it but also was strong enough to open the door. Like a sword or a dagger. Sadly she did not have either of those. She didn't know what to do. Then the kitchen came back to her mind. She quickly stood up and went to the kitchen. It did not take long until she found what she was looking for. A large knife with a thin but strong blade. She ran back to the room she came from and kneelt on the same spot again. She placed the knife between the two different shades of brown. She pushed down the handle so the door would lift open.

The door was extremely heavy but when clarke manged to open it a couple of inches, she slit her fingers under the door. She lifted the door completely and when she looked inside the hole, she was shocked. She couldn't believe her eyes.