Thread: The 100: Will they survive? (Sketchyequine x randomname98766789)

Clarke couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance simply at the presence of another human being in her general area at this point. Why try? Everyone on this planet hated her simply because her mom was on the council. She had grown up privileged, and everyone they had sent back to earth either already knew that, or they would hear about it from the whispers of their peers. She had already accepted that she would not be very popular in this new world, but she had admittedly hoped her torment would hold out just a little longer. The books painted a very realistic picture. She spoke simply before glancing over her shoulder at the young man beside her. The same brunette that had bumped her at the bottom of the ramp. Handsome. Probably almost old enough to go on trial- just like her. However, he had not committed a crime that she knew anything about. Must have been something simple like using more than his share. Most likely a survivable sentence given he was a minor when caught. Hardly a criminal who should have been sentenced to possible death by radiation on mars. She also knew that he was one of the ones who had removed his belt during their drop. A fun-seeker, probably. While he had been the first to unbuckle, Clarke could not find it in herself to blame him for the deaths of the other two boys. Even with her warning, how could he have known he would get other people killed? It was forgivable. I just wish the company were a little better. Clarke stood up then, brushing the dirt and debris off of her rump as she walked toward a clearing in the trees. As she looked out, her irises climbed up the steep, rocky slope miles away. A mountain. She had never seen anything more than a photograph in a textbook, yet now she was here. The lush plants climbed up the hillside like wanting fingers. So close to the top, but just not long enough to reach it. In that moment, Clarke related with those plants. They would never be able to see things from the top of the world. Clarke wouldn't either. This radiation would likely kill them, and if it did then everyone back home would be dead before the new year. There was only one way they could win this war surviving. Survival. survival. Survival. That's when Clarke's heart sunk. Survival. She muttered as she stared at that mountain top. The only means of survival are in that mountain. She spoke up now so that the young man behind her would be able to hear her. We were supposed to land there. We landed in the wrong fucking place. Our supplies are up there. She pointed to the mountaintop and looked over her shoulder at the man. We have to tell the others. We have to move. Now. Before we all die of dehydration. She demanded before she trudged past the practical stranger - feet nearly stomping in the damp soil. Clarke had always been a feisty one. She was stubborn at every opportunity, but her morals always guided her to do what was best for everyone. What was best for everyone now? Supplies. Without them, they would all die before they even knew how long it would take for the radiation to kill them. He hot head was also what had landed her in the Sky Box. A hot head that had been passed down to her from a father that had been floated. Floated for trying to warn everyone on the Ark of their impending doom. However, even with that hot head and stubborn temper, Clarke was a beautiful woman and nearly eighteen. Her trial would have been held in a few short weeks and she would have been floated just like her father for fighting the system. Being on earth was her only chance to live past 18 anyway, so she had to try. You coming, pretty boy, or are you going to let me do all the work her? She called back as she came to a halt and looked at the dark-haired man. She had a feeling Bellamy would not be extraordinarily understanding. Hell, he might not even listen what-so-ever. Clarke was going to need all the backup she could get. Her only hope was that this man didn't hate her enough to side against her anyway.