Chapter Two

An earth Welcome

I'm breaking in, shaping up

Checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse – whoa

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On her second day on Earth, after spending her first one knocked out, Clarke quickly figured out two things.

The first thing was that radiation apparently wouldn't kill her, which in itself was a shocking revelation considering she was taught that Earth wouldn't be habitable for quite some more time. It almost made her scoff, considering the reason why the Ark was in trouble was the supposed believe that Earth wasn't livable.

Now, the second thing that Clarke figured out while on Earth was that while radiation might not kill her, other people could.

Yes, people. It should be impossible for her, or even others, to still be alive on Earth according to the classes she took on the Ark. Apparently, the classes she took about Earth was a total lie. Story of her life basically.

"Who are you people?" Clarke tried asking for what felt like the millionth time.

Her two captors ignored her, causing her to inhale in annoyance. She didn't push for an answer though, because not only did they bound her with ropes but they were also armed with swords and bows.

She didn't want to know where they were going to take her.

But she had to get a feel from them, or at least from her surroundings before she could enact an escape.

"I don't know if I prefer prison or Earth, honestly," Clarke forced herself to keep speaking, pretending to be nervous and nonchalant even as she intently observed her captors.

They ignored her.

"My people are practically dying in the Ark and I'm down here walking to my death for all I know."

There. One of them twitched.

They understood her.

They just acted like they didn't.

Clarke hid a victorious smile as she continued rambling and projecting the image of a naive idiot. She even threw in some false information here and there, knowing that they would probably tell their leader about whatever she talks about.

She pretended to tire.

Once she was sure the two noticed her fatigue, she tripped on a piece of rock and stumbled into the smaller one. She felt him tense against her.

"S-sorry!" She exclaimed, not even having to force her fear as she grabbed the knife from his belt. She quickly hid the object under her sleeve, glad that she had been sent to Earth in her long sleeved shirt.

He pushed her away and she stepped back, holding up her hands in a peaceful gesture. For a moment, Clarke feared that they knew what she was up to. She relaxed when the bigger one scoffed and continued walking.

Let them underestimate her.

She followed after them, glancing between the two and trying to formulate a plan.

She didn't know how long they were walking, but eventually the sun had begun to set and the moon came up.

"Hod op," the apparent leader of the duo gruffly said.

Clarke saw the two stop walking and took it as her cue to also stop moving. She eyed them apprehensively as they conversed among themselves. From what she was gathering, they were going to call it a night.

"Yu," the leader motioned her to sit down.

Slowly, Clarke did as ordered, watching as the smaller one of the duo went away. She returned her gaze back to the apparent leader.

"Hey."

"..."

"Hey," Clarke tried again.

The leader sighed and looked at her. His face wasn't amused.

"I have to pee."

He didn't even twitch.

Figuring out that he was probably going to continue pretending not to know English, she began gesturing and making noises. God, the last time she had done something so ridiculous was during game night when she, Wells and their parents were playing charade.

The memory tasted bittersweet to her.

"Hod op," the leader hissed.

Clarke promptly quietened down, warily watching the other.

He pointed to a tree.

Clarke stood up and walked to said tree. She glanced behind her to see the leader still looking at her and bit her lip in frustration. Forcing away any embarrassment she unbuttoned her jeans. She shook them off and let them fall to her ankle.

There was no way she could back down now.

She forced down her underwear and crouched down.

Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment even as she begun discreetly cutting the rope that was binding her wrists. She had never felt so embarrassed and mortified in her life, but this was necessary. The shame she was feeling was worth surviving.

Once her wrists were free, she glanced behind her to see that at some point the man had looked begun building a fire.

A part of her felt oddly relieved, but the cynical part of her told her this was her chance.

She only bothered lifting up her underwear, putting her jeans back on would take too much time. She hid her knife behind her back as she quietly walked to the man. She couldn't believe this was actually working.

A quick swipe at the man's throat was enough.

"Ai...gonplei...ste odon..."

The blonde's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but she quickly grabbed her discarded jeans and made her way into the forest in the opposite direction of where the other one had gone.

Clarke was sure she was supposed to be feeling guilty, in fact she was sure she would eventually feel the guilt of what she had just done. But for now, she had to focus on escaping before the other one came.

She didn't make it far before she felt a pair of arms wrap around her.

"No," Clarke hissed, struggling against her captor. She gripped the knife in her hand and quickly stabbed her captor.

Or at least, she tried to.

He grabbed her wrist before she could. "Calm down, sky girl."

Clarke immediately stilled and allowed her captor to grab her knife.

"Are both dead?"

Clarke shook her head.

Her captor sighed and she felt his breath on her. Despite her instincts telling her to fight and run, she forced herself to stay still. Whoever her captor was, he didn't kill her yet and he was actually communicating to her.

"Wait here. Don't try to run or I'll track you down."

He released her.

Clarke gulped as she turned around to face the direction the mysterious man went.

Was he going to kill the other one? Why? Why was he apparently helping her out even? Did this mean that there were different groups of people on Earth? If so, how many were there and which ones were friendly?

She could run.

But if she did, she wouldn't get any answers.

Clarke listened to her gut feeling and stood her ground.

She wasn't sure how long she was waiting before the man appeared once again. He seemed almost surprised that she was still there.

"Why did you help me?" Clarke bluntly asked, tensing up in case she needed to fight.

She wouldn't win, but she wouldn't go down silently either.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "First you try to stab me and now you're looking at me like I'm the enemy?"

"You're not my ally either," Clarke shot back.

"You have a real gratitude problem, you know that?"

"Why did you help me?" Clarke asked again, more forcefully.

The man sighed. "Look sky girl, can't we talk about this tomorrow? I've been tracking you down all day and you probably had a long day."

Clarke's eyes narrowed on the man, trying to find any deceit in his eyes or face. He seemed genuine enough.

"Fine," Clarke sighed out, the tension leaving her.

He grabbed her wrist and began leading her away. "Let's go then, sky girl."

Clarke pulled her wrist away from his grip. She knew she was only successful because he let her.

"Don't drag me around," Clarke tensely told him.

He shot her an amused look.

"Alright sky girl."

"Also, my name is Clarke," she glared at him, daring him to call her 'sky girl' one more time.

He smiled at her. "You're feisty, Clarke."

Clarke didn't say anything else.

"My name's Roan."

Clarke raised an eyebrow at him. She hadn't expect him to disclose his name to her.

He shrugged, "Figured you should know since we're probably going to be knowing more about the other by tomorrow."

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Chapter End

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A/N: well, that's a wrap folks! Clarke managed to escape and find a maybe ally in Roan along the way. Honestly, I was motivated to update because of the latest episode of the 100. I'm liking season 5 so far. My only complaint is that the events in season 5 are going too fast at times, but aside from that I LOVE IT.

Questions:

1. Why do you think Roan helped Clarke out? What do you think their future interactions will be like?

2. What do you think of season 5 of the 100 so far?