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Amreen's hasn't had it easy so far, but then who on the hundred ever does? xD She's a tough bird though so she'll try to keep her head held high through it all.
She does get some help in this chapter...though it doesn't quite come in the form she would have liked.

She flickered her gaze around the woodland, wondering were to go from here. She paused, squinting through the dark and listened. It was cold and she was tired, she had been walking for so long, just walking with no clear direction, nothing driving her but the fact that she had to keep moving, she'd find her people eventually; that was if the monsters on the ground didn't find her first. Her thumping heart skipped, before dropping as she composed herself.

You've' made it this far. You can do it Amreen, you can make it back to Cyrus.

A moth bounced off of a leaf from a bush, flying past her face. She lifted her head, straining her ears to listen, finding nothing but the soft hum off the nightlife of the woodland. She stopped by a stream, her throat burning and her tongue dry and she eagerly drank the liquid from the cup she formed with her hands. The cold liquid dripped down her chin, down her throat, creating clean streaks through the patterns of dirt and grime and blood caked to her body.

She started to move again when the temperature significantly dropped. She needed to find safety, find a fire or else the horrors of the ground wouldn't be the ones to take her to the other side but exposure would.

Find safety, then find food, then find Cyrus.

Keep moving.

A branch snapped behind her and she whipped her head around, the self-assurance she had built up diminished. Leaves rustled and she shuddered at the sight of a thick black shadow moving a short distance away from her. Amreen told herself it was some kind of woodland creature settling itself down for the night. She had to tell herself that in order to keep calm, though alarm bells were starting to flare up in her head.

She had wondered why her wailing and screaming and crying hadn't attracted anyone or anything yet, especially when she knew there were things, people, grounders out there. The 100 had warned the arkers about the volatile hunters when they radioed to tell them they were alive, well mostly alive at least.

She knew why they had took so long to come for her, they were hunters used to these sounds, used to the squealing.

Because prey often squealed.

They were biding their time, baiting her, waiting to capture.

She was prey.

To stop herself from breaking she painted the image of a Utopian scenery in her mind.

This place would be so much more beautiful in the sunlight and she wouldn't be so on edge moving throughout the trees during the day. The tree's would be covered in lush green leaves, the earth fresh with the imprints of animals and birds chirping happily as the sun glittered among the softly rippling streams.

At night though, as the ground currently stood it was a terror; every shadow looking like something deadly waiting to pounce, and every rustle and blow of wind was causing her heart to race in anxiety.

Another twig snapped. Closer.

She swallowed her breaths as silently as she could, tried to hurry as fast as she could without making too much noise and without putting too much strain on her sore limbs.

The infrequent small stops she had made during her hobble through the woods had barely helped her wounds and she knew to make a decent recovery she would need to find somewhere safe to rest for a long while.

Fear brought her to another stop when a movement of shadow emerged in her path to home.

Broken twigs crunched.

She hesitated on her feet, before spinning around and deciding to go in a different direction. Snap. This time the breaking of twigs was coming from in front of her, and it was getting closer like someone was making a path towards her. Her blood ran cold and she pivoted once more, this time turning to her left and bolting, her feet just barely grazing the floor as she made it through the endless forest in leaps and bounds. If it weren't for the adrenaline she knew her injuries would have had her in agony.

She stopped to catch her breath in a small clearing, panting softly till her pulse calmed enough for her to hear the environment around her. Something was definitely in the woods with her. Holding her breath she stilled, listening for what it was. There was breathing, confident, slow and certainly human.

Crazily, stupidly, she wondered if it was any of her people, maybe they had saw her, and now they were trying to find her to take her back to the others. It was a stretch and she shouldn't' rely on the hope of their being someone but still she couldn't help but shout out.

"Who's there?"

She called again, and was met with nothing but human breath.

"Hello is anyone there?"

Idiot. Now they would know where she was almost definitely, she was basically telling the grounders to come for her.

"You're a god damn idiot Amreen."

She grumbled to herself, and that was when she received a response.

She couldn't be certain if it was a stirring animal or a chuckle, breathy and dark. It pricked the hairs on the back of her neck, and her blood turned as cold as the icy temperature of the night.

Another series of snaps.

They were coming from two directions. There were two things out here with her, and whatever or whoever, were now making their way over to her. She tried to shout or scream, but her voice got stuck in her throat.

Turning she sprinted off clumsily through bony trees which seemed to grab at her, the branches curling around her arms, waist and legs, tearing pieces of her shirt and jacket to shreds and scratching her arms so they bled again.

Keep moving, you'll be safe in no time.

She told herself, though in truth she had no idea if there was such a thing as safety anymore. She had no idea where she was going in these woods, how large the forest was or even if there was such a place for her to hide in until first light. She stumbled through the trees, wishing that she wasn't so badly injured and exhausted so she could conceal herself up somewhere high.

She was cold, she was hungry, she was tired; and now it had started to rain.

The rain made it harder for her to see, made it harder for her to move silently as she staggered through sloppy puddles, splashing water every where.

Too loud.

What started out as a fine mist had morphed into ricocheting droplets of water that cut through her skin, attacking her face and any other part of exposed flesh until it started to feel numb. What was that sound? She shook as it echoed towards her, taunting her. She ran and she fell.

She slid down a slippery slope, tumbling, rolling, mud and dead foliage sticking to her ripping into her skin and she choked tasting blood and dirt and rainwater in her mouth. Amreen lay there for a moment before she forced herself to her feet. She ached everywhere.

Her eyes just barely made out the scenery around her; leaves and tendrils of branches, curling around the forest, hugging the cave in the not far distance like arms of a lover, wrapping protectively around their other half, mocking her because she had no one, nothing; she was completely alone.

Amreen's teeth started to chatter.

Keep moving, got to keep moving. They're hunting you.

She was prey.

She wasn't going to let them catch her, she had survived a fall from the sky when no one but one other from factory station had, she had scaled a cliff side with bloody hands and dust in her eyes, that had to mean something right? Determination filled her being and she decided she wasn't going to be afraid anymore, but that was better said than done. Her mind was telling her to not be afraid, but her body wasn't listening. She was shaking in fear, and drenched in a sheen of sweat, which had mixed in with the dirt and the oozing red liquid smeared against her skin, and it was dripping down, staining into her clothing as the rain beat against her.

Don't panic. She told herself, they can't follow you forever, keep moving and you'll lose them. She inhaled deeply to calm herself, but each breath she took was shaky. Limping she managed to drag herself over to an overgrown patch of bush. The rain had stopped and she decided that since she was only a small thing, she could at least hide behind there until her assailants had passed. She folded herself into a ball, curling her hands around the climbing axe, prepared to use it as a weapon if needed, and she bit her lip and waited.

Be quiet. Be still. They won't find you.

She heard a pained human howl and then a thud as a body fell to the ground from a height. She closed her eyes, stopping any unshed tears from being released and hugging her knees to her chest. Footsteps were getting closer and she hoped and prayed to whatever Spirits or Gods out there, that whoever was out hunting would move on and leave her.

Amreen thought her prayers had been answered.

The heavy footsteps faded into the distance, and she let out an early sigh of relief; just as she thought she was safe, a shadow loomed over her.

She could feel their breath on her and she spun around in a crouch and lashed out with her weapon only for her fist to be crushed by a hand much larger and stronger than hers. She was roughly manhandled, dragged to her feet and spun around so her back was pressed int his chest, disallowing her to get a view of her captor. She bucked and he tightened his grip. She struggled but it was no use, she was using what was left of her depleted strength to try and break free but her captor was hardly using any of his. A voice growled in her ear, a low rumble like gravel that scratched under her skin and made her legs tremble.

"Go."

And then he had released her, thrown her forward and she had stumbled, flailing like a child that had just learnt how to walk and then she wasn't sure how but she was hurtling through the forest, not looking where she was going, just knowing that she needed to get away.

But why had he let her go?

Was it some sick game the grounders played?, were they toying with her and then going to kill her once she could take no more?

Had they helped her out of goodwill, or was she still prey?

A/N: please dont be afraid to tell me your thoughts, ideas, what/who you'd like to see more of, i love hearing from you guys
P.S- i promise i'll be much nicer to Amreen next chapter...maybe ;)