AN: Last chapter guys, to those who are still following this story. I don't know about you guys but I'm pretty amped about season 5. The trailers looks pretty amazing, fingers crossed my favourites survive (although knowing J Roth some won't).

I've changed up the person for the last part of the chapter just for something different. Hopefully it works and you don't get too offended. Thanks again for reading and following this story, even if it's taken a little bit to finish I'm glad it's done. Enjoy

A New Chapter

Many more nights passed, and many more stories were told. Every night Clarke would become emotional, particularly over the stories of her people, and of course Lexa. But every night she would reassure Madi that she would much rather be there with her, because if she had been up in space with her people, or inside the bunker then she wouldn't have met her. She liked to think she helped keep the nightblood alive, but deep down she knew it was the other way around. Clarke often wondered what it would have been like to survive for as long as she had in a world where she was the sole survivor. She knew Madi had saved her.

They hunted and trained, Clarke doing her best to train the nightblood as best she could. It was true she had become somewhat of a warrior herself, but she'd never be up to Roan, Luna or Lexa's level. Still Madi possessed a deep rooted talent, especially the skill of a bow and arrow. They'd fashioned one early on and it was still going strong, over five years later. It was mainly used for target practice, but the occasional bird met its end with an arrow shot from Madi's hand. And every time she succeeded Clarke praised her. The pride and joy emanating from the girl had grown until it was ready to explode within her chest. She hoped Lexa would be proud too, to have such a strong, talented warrior become her predecessor.

The more time that went on, the more information Clarke managed to put together of Madi's life before Praimfaya. Her mother's name was Jessa whose profession was to trade various clothing sewn from fur, animal hide and other properties that were useful. Her father had left when she was small, but what she had been told was that he was nothing but a drunk and a thief who she was better off not knowing. This made Clarke sad, remembering her own loving, caring, considerate father who ultimately died in an attempt to save other people. Clarke told Madi of her own father, so she didn't think all men were bad. This seemed to help them both to heal and remember their lives before.

Clarke moved the vehicle to more fertile grounds. They had hunted what they could on the old ones without the animals becoming extinct. Standing atop a cliff which overlooked the rest of the world, replicating what the dead zone had looked like before. A few rocks scattered the grounds but still with plenty of space within the rejuvenating trees to park the rover. The view was breathtaking as they stepped out of the vehicle, both looking at the other with amazement. In all the years they had been moving about, this was the scenery that stopped them dead. There was green everywhere, almost as far as they could see in the opposite direction to the cliff and plenty to hunt. They could stay here for quite a while without having to move on. Clarke couldn't help but be reminded of their first initial dropship sight, when the One Hundred were sent to the ground. So much had changed since then. She'd grown so much.

Clarke and Madi finished setting up camp, pulling out the makeshift radio as one final touch. They sat around the small fire, venison cooking over it as they looked on with their mouths watering.

"What do you think they're doing up there? It's been five years and they haven't come down." Madi asked, looking at Clarke intently.

"I'm not sure. But what I do know is that they will find a way to come down. Something's probably happened and they've had to delay." She replied, remaining optimistic despite her own concerns. Madi didn't push the issue, instead she announced the meat was cooked and they began to eat, a look of worry still evident in Clarke's eye.

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Six years and seven days had passed since Praimfaya. Six years and seven days since I had survived Praimfaya. And still no sign of the others. The drops of rain falling wake me from sleep and I look up at the sky. I hold out my hand, as if the droplets can be caught in my palm. And they can, sort of. The sun shines through the trees and as I look down I can see my drawing book, full of memories from both my past and present life.

I stand from the bonnet of the rover and instantly reach for the radio, a habit I've never grown out of. And never will, not until my friends are back safely on the ground. Safe, I can't help but smile a little at that word. The ground has never been safe. I aim the radio dish towards the nearest satellite and take a seat on one of the rocks. I take a deep breath, hopeful today will be different and mutter 'Here we go again.'

"Bellemy, can you hear me?" I say this question with warning, sarcasm. Because I have never received a reply. "If you're alive, it's been two thousand, one hundred and ninety nine days since Praimfaya. I don't know why I still do this every day…maybe it's my way of staying sane or not forgetting who I am. Who I was. It's been safe for you to come down for over a year now." I continued, the last part with optimism, a small smile again on my face. "Why haven't you?" I say in a whisper, the barely there smile dying on my lips. "The bunkers gone silent too. We tried digging them out for a while but there was too much rubble. I haven't made contact with them either. Anyway, I still have hope. Tell Raven to aim for the one spot of green and you'll find me. The rest of the planet from what I've seen sucks."

A sound erupts from the sky and even though I cannot see anything yet I know it's there. Whatever it is. Standing quickly I stare up into the sky, my heart racing in my chest. "Never mind." I say into the radio, hope replacing the sorrow I'd felt moments before. "I see you." I hurry to the back of the vehicle, going to awake Madi who is still sleeping inside. "Hey my little Nightblood. It's time to wake up." I gently coax, a sleepy Madi beginning to stir. "No more lessons today." She replies, moving to sit up. The sound of the ship rings closer by now and this is enough to gain Madi's full attention. "Took you long enough." I tease, an old lesson of being aware of your surroundings at any given time coming into play. I smile as Madi pulls herself out of the rover, running to see the ship. To see the others. Relief washes over. I'm not alone and they are alive.

"I thought you said the ship was small." Madi remarks and I move to see what she is talking about, a frown replacing a smile. "Madi go get my rifle, NOW." I stress the last word, staring up at the huge ship, one that does not belong to the Ark. She hands it to me within moments and I look through the scope, studying it quickly. I see the words Prisoner Transport and instantly know what that could mean. Madi starts to yell 'We're here! We're here!' and I immediately move to shush her, telling her to get down. "I need you to back up the rover, move it out of sight and get the guns." "All of them?" Madi asks, worry mirroring my own. "All of them." I confirm as she runs to the vehicle to do as I've asked.

I crouch as low as I can, although I know this is futile. It is futile because whoever these people are, they aren't my friends. Whoever these people are, they are prisoners. Just as I had been. Whoever these people are, they will kill to survive. And they will try to kill me. But I won't go down without a fight.

~Fin~