Brave New World

Chapter 2: Nobody

'Blah Blah Blah' - Thinking

"Blah Blah Blah" -Speaking

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Bellamy

It was dark, everything was dark. I stood utterly alone, by myself, breathing in the oxygen around me. Though I wasn't on the Ark, it sure as hell felt like it. The holding cell didn't have any windows, the walls were a rusted white. I had a seat from the drop ship, a piece of charcoal, and an apple.

It's what I imagined it to be like, being locked up. The emotions though, we're more complex than I could understand. I wasn't angry like I'd expected myself to be, I was calm. It wasn't a relaxing calm, it was a depressed calm.

It had been four days, that's what the marks on the wall represented. It was comical in an cruel way. Did I deserve this? Yes. Did I actually think it would happen? No. I trusted her. She was the reason I stayed...her and the damn camp. Though I doubted it existed anymore, or soon wouldn't be existent.

I remembered being pardoned by Jaha, I remembered seeing the exodus ship fall and crash. I remember being slightly relieved, we had more time before the adults came down and took things over. I clearly remembered what happened.

Jaha wasn't on the other ships that were sent down. No one but Clarke, Him, and I knew I'd been pardoned. I wasn't exactly that important for the human races survival. Not important enough to tell the guards man, and ones they sent down to know. Clarke was the one who convinced me to stay, convinced me everything would be fine.

She... Was wrong. I was locked up, because she didn't hold any authority, because I didn't hold any purpose. Not after the exodus ship came down with three hundred people to do the work and control the remaining one hundred juveniles.

I'm surprised I hadn't been executed, then again they had a lot more to worry about than angry teenagers pestering them, so locking me in my own insanity seemed like a worthy punishment. I laughed bitterly.

I wondered how Octavia was, if she was eating enough, sleeping well, staying warm. I wondered how all the one hundred were doing, if they were just following orders, becoming slaves again, nobodies.

I heard a creak, and the dark room that surrounded me suddenly was filled with a warm sunlight. I squinted into the light as I saw a silhouette step through the blinding white light.

"Bellamy Blake," a deep, familiar voice echoed around me, bouncing off the empty walls. I stood, and stared at Commander Shumway.

My eyes darted to the gun he was holding, it was loaded. Shumway saw where I was looking. He easily lifted the gun up, waved it a few times and then began speaking.

"We need this space, there's no use in wasting it on a criminal." Shumway said, his eyes cold but vengeful.

"Y-You're dead..." I stammered. They'd stated that Shumway died, and there was a new commander when they'd reached the ground. Yet here he was... Standing in front of me. Last time he'd been giving me the gun... Now he was killing me. They, whoever they were, sure had a twisted humor.

"You're right Blake. I am dead." Shumway stated, his voice hard but distant. I felt a tug at my body, the dark room spun, my head began pounding. The last thing I was seeing and barely heard, was Shumway putting the gun to my head, whispering something, and then a loud bang... A last breath before my body fell over, and a thin line of blood trickled down my forehead in between my eyes, and then I couldn't feel anything.

I woke up with a gasp, my arms flailing around for a moment. 'It was a goddamn nightmare. A dream...' I was alive, breathing, and going insane.

I looked over at Finn, he was sleeping, his back facing me. I rubbed a hand down my face, swatting away the sweat that had accumulated over the night.

"Dammit I missed the Arks air conditioning..." I grumbled to myself something I thought I'd never be saying, as I stood up, my knees buckled and I caught myself on the nearest tree.

The nightmare was still playing through my head, it didn't make sense... The exodus ship crashed, Shumways been dead for at least ten days, and I wasn't locked up. The ark was dead to us, the radio system Raven had set up was fried with the grounders and reapers.

I know I looked like hell. I ran a shaken hand through my ebony hair. I hadn't felt this awful since Clarke and I had taken that day trip and I planned to leave camp. Where was she when I needed her. I know the thought was selfish, I am selfish dammit. She was no exception.

I shakily took a breath and walked through the trees until I came to the river. I bent down on my knees and scooped the clear liquid up. I sipped from my hands for a moment before I splashed the rest on my face. Though I didn't feel any cleaner, I doubted I ever would.

I barely saw my reflection in the glowing creek, but I clearly saw the bright stars above my head. One caught my attention, mainly because it was moving, but not fast enough to be a shooting star, and it was to bright.

I stood up from m crouched position, and found the star like object with my own dark eyes. It was coming to earth. 'A meteor,' was my first thought. That was quickly replaced when I realized that it was a drop ship of the sorts, just smaller, and burning.

It made a booming sound as it entered the earth atmosphere and started to speed up. Pieces seemed to be ripping off and falling in the trail of the ship. With the speed and direction it was headed, it wouldn't be too far from Finn and I.

I'd seen this before. The parachutes hadn't deployed yet, and the object was burning up. If anything... Or anyone was on it, they wouldn't survive. The ship collided with the earth, a large fire and smoke coming up over the hills and mountains.

Whatever was in that ship was gone. That fact did little to reinsure me though. I walked back to where Finn was sleeping, him having not witnessed the crash or my dark nightmare, one of my few fears... Death. I sat back down. Though I didn't get any sleep, I didn't really expect to. Instead I let my thoughts consume me.

Earth... where I stood, breathing in as much oxygen as I greedily could. It was different from being on the Ark, where the processors sucked the carbon dioxide out of your mouth and cycled the oxygen before you could truly breathe it. While I sat here processing my life, Octavia was traveling with a Grounder, Lincoln was his name, but he'd always be a Grounder to me.

I didn't know whether to be relieved for the fact that she wasn't apart of this, or scared that for the first time since we came down to earth, I truly had no idea what she was doing.

She'd always been able to take care of herself, she'd always been strong, confident, conceded, and a fighter, maybe it was just the Blake traits. Whether it was or wasn't, I didn't have time to dwell on it. Octavia's safety wasn't my only problem, nor was it my main problem.

Finn and I stood, the awkward silence stretching out between us. I could imagine so many, thousands, of other people I'd rather be in this situation with, than Fill Collins. It was what it was, neither of us could change the situation, that didn't mean we had to like it though.

I'm sure I looked like Hell, I didn't need Collins to tell me that. But unsurprisingly, that was the first words that greeted me when I woke up. Those were also the first words that made me realize how my day would be a living Hell.

Last time someone crossed the river, he was speared and Clarke saved his life. We didn't have princess with us, and we weren't on good terms with the grounders or the mountain men. If we swam across the river, one of the mutant snakes that bit Octavia would likely attack and potentially eat or kill us.

There wasn't another way through the river besides swimming, or swinging. I stood up, the nightmare still lingering and pulling at my mind. I wasn't going to dwell on the dark thoughts, nor was I going to waste anymore time.

I stepped out the natural cover of greenery and large red wood trees. I heard Finn whisper in a harsh, irritated voice, though I didn't care enough to listen.

When he didn't shut up with his low inaudible whispers, I spoke up.

"Look, there's no point in playing it safe. We're wasting time, and frankly if; the grounders, mountain men, reapers, or whatever else wants to kill us, when we cross, then they will," I took a breath and murmured to myself, "We either die trying... or live long enough to get some damn answers."

I grabbed on to the pre-twisted vines, took three steps back, tugged with my weight before I secured my grip and called over my shoulder. "Coming... Spacewalker?"

I didn't hear Finns response, nor did I really want to. Instead I heard the air whipping past me, I felt the water splashing just inches below my hanging feet. I took a deep breath, and for a split second, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment, the peace and tranquility. For the first time since I'd come to earth, I wished I was a nobody, I wished I wasn't looked up to and obeyed without protest, I wished I could just adventure... just Live.

As I opened my dark brown eyes once again, I saw the ground a good ten feet below me. I had to let go... rather that meant my thoughts and wants, or the rope, I didn't remember, or search for a deeper meaning.

The landing was far from perfect, any word but graceful could describe the impact I had with the ground. First my feet hit, sending a quick pain through my body. Next, with the momentum I fell to my knees and rolled three times before I finally stopped and saw Finn grabbing the vine twist.

I pushed out a sigh for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Reluctantly I climbed to my feet, though my thoughts were dark and clouded, it did me a little good to see Collins wipe out worse than I had. He let go to soon, his chest propelled further forward, resulting in whiplash and a full body impact.

After Finn had regained his footing and looked significantly less winded, I led us straight towards the mountain. The small, barely existant smirk quickly falling. I didn't know that the fact that we weren't attacked for better... or worse for us.

If we would have been attacked, that would have meant there was grounders around, territories still existant. It would have meant, there was a possibility at a truce... wasn't there a saying... The enemy, of my enemy, is my friend... or some bullshit like that.

Like my other dark thoughts, I pushed it aside. I focused on the main problem at hand, breaking into a facility that was meant to, and did withstand a nuclear war plus one hundred years of radiation... 'Dammit, I really missed being a nobody.'

Clarke

They left me alone to my thoughts. Not like there was much to think about. Even if I completely refused the idea, the offer, their decisions and choices, I couldn't do anything.

I was stuck. I didn't have an out, a plan B, a saviour. Instead on dwelling on the negative, I asked for paper, and a pencil. For now, I could at least write down my thoughts, my ideas, my plan, my options, and maybe even find an out, if not for me, for my people.

On one sheet of paper I'd written: Options. Underneath the large title I tried to list my options. My instincts told me to write Escape, Flee, Leave, but I couldn't. I wasn't just accountable for myself, not anymore, I was accountable for sixty some terrified teenagers.

I scribbled out Options, and quickly wrote down a few words. I knew what I had to do, I didn't like it; I'd never been good at lying, pretending, or faking, but I hoped that they were as clueless about me, as I was about them.

I walked to the door, a small smirk tugging at my lips. Hanging around one hundred delinquents had it's effect on me in more ways than one. I'd placed a torn piece of white bedding in between the lock shifts. I wasn't sure if it had worked, but It was a better try than sitting and doing nothing.

A full devious smirk took my lips and lingered in my eyes as the door easily opened. I'd listened for four days to the foot steps coming and leaving my quarantined hallway. I turned left, hoping it would lead me down a less populated hallway.

First thing was to get out of these awful white clothes, I'd seen enough white for a life time. I glanced in every window I passed and read every sign. If I couldn't find different clothes, then maybe I could find the weapons room, a control center, a library, or even a damn shower house, preferably private.

I was satisfied when I found a laundry room of the sorts. My satisfaction grew as I found plentiful clean clothes. Even I would admit, having clean clothes was nice for a change. I quickly stepped inside the room and closed the heavy door behind me. I flipped through the clothes, seeing sizes the ranged from extra small to extra large.

Anger bubbled through me. I... We, had worked so hard to survive and all along, these people, they've had plentiful supplies. I didn't believe what they told me, I didn't believe that they hadn't spared a life trying to figure out whether radiation existed. I didn't believe that they hadn't talk to the ark, not when they seemed to be able to or find an easy way to. I didn't believe any of what they'd told me... but I also didn't have a choice.

For once, I missed the authority, the rank I had. The knowledge I so greedily expected. For once I was clueless, in what to do, and what to believe.

Octavia

I hadn't felt this safe, this easiness, this happiness... ever. I'd always been a problem, a complication. I was stored under the floor for sixteen years. I wasn't supposed to exist, no one was supposed to have a second child. I was the first girl to have a brother, a real sibling in fifty two years. But that didn't matter, not anymore.

The Ark, The war, Even my controlling brother and his keepers, they were all behind me. I felt guilty for the thought, but was to tired and alive to deny it. My life, the one I was meant to live, it was finally happening.

I'd been traveling with Lincoln for five days now. We'd joined the eastern grounders on day three. The transition was hard at first, I wasn't noticed, unlike at camp and in the Ark, everyone talked about me. Instead I was addressed only by Lincoln and occasionally by an eastern grounder when they wanted something.

The leader of this more peaceful tribe was Dmitri. He was built like Lincoln, his skin darker, hands calloused, eyes cold, but a fierce hazel shun through his curly black hair. His appearance reminded me of my brother, besides their build, skin tone, and personality.

Bell was rash, hot headed, and fierce. Dmitri was collected, valued peace, and fought for what was right, not what was right at the moment. His personalty reminded me of Clarke's, just less feminine...

After traveling through the mountains with sixty some grounders, I began to make a friend. She had to be a year or two older than me, her humor in the worst moments reminded me of Jasper. Her name was Viv, she had long dark hair, pretty brown eyes, and a delicate but strong figure. She was slightly insecure and stood out against the reserved grounders, maybe that's why we got along...

Lincoln was well known with these grounders. I'd asked him about it a few times, he quickly brushed it off with it being nothing, just independent thinking instead of group thinking. Though, his answer did little to ease the bad feeling I had, and was sure there was something more he wasn't telling me.

The first time we encountered a problem was when we ran into a group of wild, radioactively deformed bears. They were fast, angry, and terrifying. Having nothing but a machete, I stayed towards the back of the fighting squad, marveling at Lincoln and the grounders who defeated the large animals.

After the attack, I asked Lincoln to train me, to teach me how to defend myself and survive. At first he didn't like the idea, but as a day passed and I became more and more of a burden, he started to allow me to learn, and fight.

We were currently on the ocean, that's what Lincoln said it was. He told a story, of how one of the edges of the earth had fallen off because of the plates that held the land together, loosened significantly because of the bombs and radiation. So here we stood, on a mixture of sand and rock beach, waiting for something. Or someone.

Lincoln hovered beside me, Viv was a few feet away, curiously asking questions to the older grounders. I turned to stare at Lincoln, after a moment, his brown eyes met mine, a question posing in his stare.

"You never told me where we are going?" I said, a mixture of curiosity, and kid-like playfulness in my voice.

"You never asked." The direct attempt at flirting was harder for him, she knew it too, that's why when he tried, she found it comical and even a little hot.

"Because I assumed we'd just stay in one place, not relocate completely with them." I countered with an eye roll and exasperated look. A small barely noticeable smile made it's way onto his face.

"Winter is coming Octavia... if we want to survive we have to move somewhere warmer, or find permanent shelter." Lincoln explained, his hand hovering over my right side, his hesitation making me smile.

I carefully placed my hand over his. Acknowledging his effort, and potentially embarrassing him, though he'd never admit it. He was grounded, reserved, and serious. But he was also compassionate, and would try for me, that's all that mattered to me.

The small thought that my happiness and adventurous side would finally be filled brought a smile to my face. "So... Where are we going?" I asked, my blue eyes sparkling, I slowly wound my arms around his neck, and stared into his deep brown eyes and serious face.

"We sail South, were its warmer," he said and after a moment sighed and continued knowing it wouldn't be a good enough explanation for me. "This tribe, they move from here, to the warmth twice to four times a year. This will be the sixth time I've made the travel with them."

I smiled and quickly kissed him on the cheek, I saw Viv making her way towards us.

"You know we don't have rooms, but you could get your own beach at least." The older girl said as she approached.

"Or you could get your own grounder." I countered, a playful smile easily falling on my face.

"I don't know about you, but I kinda like the whole reaper, brutality thing..." Viv said and bit her lip for her effect. I couldn't help but look disgusted and laugh at the same time.

"Tell me how being eaten alive, works out for you." I said and then we both laughed. Lincoln looked like he was lost, but didn't want to intervene.

Viv wiggled her eyebrows before following a group of grounders off the beach and closer to the water. I closed my eyes and stood a few feet in front of Lincoln, I could feel his eyes on me, but it didn't matter, nothing did.

I was finally free. For the first time in my life, I was free, I was allowed to do what I wanted to do, Learn what I wanted to learn and fear only the unknown, like everyone else. It felt good not to stand out, I felt at peace with myself and my mind.

His voice broke me out of my continuing thoughts. "Did I just get referred to as a possession...?" His voice was more mocking than questioning, but I couldn't contain the laugh that escaped my throat. His facial expression didn't help to sober my laughter, he looked a mixture between scared and amused.

Bellamy

We'd been walking for hours, the tension level was so high I don't think a grounders spear could pierce through it. The sun was beating down on us, but the chilling air kept us cold, it also reminded me of winters fast approach. 'If my list of problems couldn't have gotten longer.' I thought bitterly.

I heard Finn stop, instantly becoming more alert to my surroundings. I glared through the trees and greenery around me. I listened intently, waiting for a shuffle. When none came I angrily turned my attention to Finn's crouched form.

"What the Hell, spacewalker." I snapped, my own voice hoarse and uneven to my ears. I ran a rough hand down the left side of my face. I let the breath I'd been holding out and took another deep one.

I'm sure I looked intimidating, I was dirty, angry, and paranoid. Finn raised an eyebrow at me, he looked down once more, that's when I noticed the large foot print.

"The footprints continue, not as obvious but enough to follow clearer. They are... sunk in the mud." Finn looked grim, I obviously didn't pick up on what he was trying to say.

"Spit it out Tracker." I snapped in irritation, my eyebrows draw together in anticipation an anger.

"It means... they were carrying something. Something heavy." He said, as his eyes darted between my tense figure and the foot prints.

"Or Someone... Many someones." I spoke our shared thought. It was a mixture of relief and fear that flooded my body. Relief that the one hundred and Clarke were probably in Mount Weather, and fear that I didn't have any more time to come up with a plan to save everyone.

"Well, it looks like we have something to go off of... at least until we find anything else." Finn spoke.

I nodded, suddenly feeling a lot older than what I am. Finn took the lead for the first time since we'd left camp. I had to think of something, anything, and fast.

We walked for another hour in silence, my mind frantic but not with useful thoughts. Finally Finn snapped through my insanity.

"So Leader," He drew out my title in a mocking way, obvious displeasure with me soaking through his words, "Have any ingenious ideas of how were going to break out the remaining one hundred teenagers?" He shot me a wide eye look.

A low growl escaped my throat before I could control it. I'd never been great with controlling my anger, and this moment wasn't an exception.

"Watch it," I hissed; my tone turning deadly, the frustration, anger, guilt, and looming sorrow filled me and suddenly found it way out, verbally. "I didn't ask for any of this. I am not Clarke; I don't heal; I kill, I torture, I hate. I'm not the savior." I was panting as I finished yelling, my knuckles were white from being clenched so tightly, my chest heaved and I had a large scowl on my face.

Unlike Clarke... Octavia, or anyone with half a brain... Finn didn't stay quiet, or comfort me after my confession. Instead he pushed me further. "Well, It doesn't look like you have a choice... We either save everyone, die trying, or end up locked up with your people." He spat the word 'your', signifying that I was still in charge of the situation and people.

I waited a moment, a bittersweet smirk making it's way on to my face. If Clarke would have been here, she would have yelled at me, confronted me, accused me even. But after she'd comfort me, she'd give me a reason for why I acted out, for the predicament we were in, and all would be okay, because she was the ice that calmed my fire, she was the opposite of me, and could pull us both through.

But Clarke wasn't here. She wasn't able to pull me through, she couldn't even pull herself through this time. That thought seemed to scare me more than anything I'd faced so far on the ground... and there had been a lot. I felt like crying, and I never broke down and cried. Not since my mother was floated, and Octavia was taken. I couldn't do this without her.

Clarke

I flipped through the clothing articles and found a black pair of skinny jeans, they had leather patching around the calfs, knees, and side thigh areas. Obviously meant for protection, or movement. I took off the awful white pants and secured the black jeans around my waist, they were a little tight, but would stretch out After time.

I then looked through the various shirts, again picking something dark, maybe it was my mood or maybe the fact that there weren't a lot of colors to choose from and black seemed less suspicious than the glowing orange and yellow articles.

I found a shirt that looked comfortable, delicate, and modest. Something I would have loved when I first got down here. Instead I picked up a tighter, extravagant shirt that had a medium V-neck, and two hemmed ruffles, barely noticeable, going down the front of the shirt, while the rest of the shirt clung to my fit body.

I'd already changed my bra, this being where I picked the bright color, seeing as no one would see it. I choose a deep red, the lacing that was on or was supposed to be on the bra, I'd stripped away, leaving the material soft and smooth. Though my underwear was a different shade of red, I didn't dwell on it. Because matching undergarments weren't my biggest concern at the moment.

I found a whole room filled with shoes, on the other side of the room were large machines, at least twenty of them, I didn't pay much attention, they seemed harmless. I looked for size sevens, guessing, trying, and cursing. The one pair that finally fit, had a inch and a half wedge heel with it. One; I didn't want to be loud and noticed as I strolled around the facility. Two; if I did get a chance to run, heels wouldn't not be helping me.

I glanced around the room, something felt different, off. It was then that I noticed, the smallest crack between all the large machines that appears to be soaking the clothes in water with soap, and then tossing them around. There was an inch between one machine and another, while all the other machines were wielded together, or stuck so closely for so long you couldn't tell.

I walked up to the crack, gently running my finger down the small line, then running a finger down the rusted line of the other machines. Just glancing at the rust I wouldn't be able to see the split, but knowing better, and feeling a small flow of cold, damp air coming from between I knew otherwise.

I readied myself, and used all my weight to push at the machine, it didn't budge more than a few inches. I couldn't see anything but darkness past a foot. It appeared to be nothing, but I couldn't just give up, not when I felt a hope blooming inside of me. I wouldn't ignore my instincts, not anymore.

I took three steps back and shuffled into the large machine again, it screeched and moved another few inches. I readied myself again, and did the same thing, after three times and a searing pain shooting through my shoulder, The machine was pried open enough for me to slide back. The light shinning enough for me to see a large, concealed door.

I gripped the edge of the Metal that was placed as a stopper in the giant hole that followed. I couldn't see anything beyond a few feet. It was pitch black. I made a hasty decision and grabbed a flash light that was attached to a few of the dirty Mountain Men cameo suits.

I took a deep breath, "Here goes nothing." I murmured to myself and quickly navigated through the tunnel. Reapers had crossed my mind a few times, but I doubted I would run into them, not with the security of Mount Weather and the mountain men residing here. I knew I couldn't leave the possible escape open for long, if anyone were to see it, there wouldn't be a use for it, we'd never be able to escape if it was discovered by the mountain men.

I had to find out if it lead to anywhere but here. Or If it was just a dead end, and I had to do it fast.

The tunnel was cold, it felt never ending, I debated on turning back, but I'd been walking for at least ten minutes and should be reaching either a crossways or exit soon. Just as I had suspected, within three more minutes I reached a three way path. I could continue forward, I could go right, or Left... I knew I had four options, and the most despicable one was the right one. I had to go back. I'd sneak out again, discover where this leads to, formulate a plan.

It wasn't much, and it was possibly death, but it was all I had. I turned and started on my way back. The walk seeming quicker than before. A part of me wished I would have kept going and never turned back, but Monty, Jasper, Miller, people that looked up to me we're here. So far the Mountain Men made it sound like they wouldn't settle for anyone but me as a leader, and I wouldn't risk my peoples' lives, to save my own.

There was a lot to think about. I had to find where the tunnels led, if that was even a possibility. If they were, I couldn't send small groups at a time, they'd either be found, get lost, or after one or two groups, the passage would be discovered. Plus I doubted most of these kids could get along without leadership and knowledge of where to go.

We'd need supplies, weapons to fight off remaining Grounders, Reapers, and the Mountain Men if they caught up to us or found us shortly after the escape. We'd need a start for at least two weeks of food for sixty some people. We'd need warmth, a permanent building, to survive the winter.

Tents for the time being at least. Canteens to hold water. Clothes weren't a main concern but seeing as the passage was by the clothes and shoes, I think we could improvise. Medicine, we'd need a lot of medicine. I doubted we'd ever be able to make another trip up here to steal from them. We'd have to take as much as we could, and get away, in one go.

Though a hope was bubbling in me as I pushed the large machine back into place, leaving everything just like I'd come in. The hope was contained when I realized I didn't even know where the tunnels led.

Though, I did know where I'd be spending my free time. With a grim smile, I took a deep breath and started towards the other room. If the tunnel did lead to the outside world and wasn't used by the mountain men for travel, than I might be able to begin storing supplies in the dark passage. One thing I'd learned while being on earth was; nothing was ever certain...

I decided to press forward anyways, seeing as I'd been in the room for over twenty minutes, and out of my cell for at least thirty. I brushed through my hair with my fingers, working out a few knots, I walked into another room, and was surprised to find all of our clothes. The ones we were taken with. They looked to be sorted out, and going to be cleaned, I saw a few piles hanging and recognized my leather jacket.

I clicked across the room and took hold of my only possession, and exited the room. I hadn't encountered anyone, and there weren't alarms going off, so either they hadn't noticed I left or they didn't care.

I turned right when I came to a three way fold. I noticed the large lights every ten feet, keeping the hallways lite. I also took notice to the air vents, a steady heat coming out of them. Warming the facility. I guessed they had two different ducts, one for heating, and one for cooling or mechanic works.

Seeing as, if I got the opportunity to leave the room again, I could crawl through those, maybe find am escape route or a faster way to the clothing room. If we were able to make an escape attempt, some of the remaining one hundred may be able to climb through these, or hide until necessary.

That empty list with options scribbled out seemed a lot less overwhelming. It was the same three tasks as when we first arrived on earth. Get information, Stay united, and Get away or fight when it was unavoidable. Things didn't seem so overwhelming as they did just an hour ago. There was a way out of this, and I was damn sure that I would find it.

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*Clarke continues adventuring, and though it does help her, it also makes her more paranoid and she meets someone she would have rather avoided. Though she begins to get answers for some of her questions. And a new twist will take place, I know I said this same thing in chapter one, but I didn't think I could bring that in just yet, I think Clarke needed to be independent for a little while before another female lead jumps in and shakes things up ;)*

*Though the Ark wasn't in this chapter, they are still a perspective, I'm trying to give them their own story of a sorts, it will make better sense after a few chapters. They begin to investigate into the kids whereabouts and all this activity the one hundred spoke of (grounders, etc)*

*Bellamy and Finn, didn't have a cuddling party :(. Despite their rocky relationship, they will start to accept their situation, instead of trying to ignore it. They might also make a rash decision to find the remaining one hundred. *

*Octavia and Lincoln are harder to write, but as more action comes their way, Lincoln's quiet badass self will have character development and Octavia will learn why he's accepted so easily with these people, though she's not exactly happy with what she's told.*

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