Fate (The 100 Fanfiction)

Introduction

In December of the year 2052 a catastrophe of about thousands of nuclear bombs were set off to destroy the majority of the Earth's population, all at the hands of one scientist named Becca Franco. Scientifically speaking, the responsibility of the destructions falls onto her A.I clone, ALIE. A century later, on September 13th, 2149 a rough count of 100 teenagers were sent to the ground. One of them including me. My name is Bellamy Blake. Until four years ago, the entirety of my life I spent living in space aboard the biggest space station known to man — the Ark. The rules up there are complex. The biggest punishments for the smallest infractions, most of the sentences are the same. Back on Earth, centuries ago, they invented something called Death Row. Only criminals who killed multiple people would receive it, and up here we don't have injections or an electric chair, so our form of the death penalty is floating. They stick you in an air craft and seal the doors, then at the press of a button you're released into the dark abyss with no escape. No air. I'm not sure who was in charge when the Ark was home to the first generations, but as far as I can tell the justice system is wrong.

My own mother was floated for the simple mistake of having a second pregnancy. Our resources were cut short given that the Ark's population was already overflowing...hence the brutal punishment of floating by death. I guess somebody decided to draw the line so after killing my mother, they threw my fourteen year old sister into confinement. I was already locked up while all of this happened, so I couldn't do much. None of this really matters now that both my sister and I are safe on planet Earth. Us and the remaining thirty-six others of the original hundred are all that is left of the human race. Communications failed the moment we landed and we have not been able to get into contact with anybody on the Ark. Not that we want to. Personally, any and everyone with authority on the Ark can float themselves for the emotional trauma they inflicted on my family.

To this day I get nightmares from when I was just four years old preparing my mother for her labor in our little unit on the Ark. After experiencing confinement, I've come to the conclusion that our living unit was not much different than a cell. You're rarely granted the pleasure of keeping personal belongings, and food is only kept in the dining hall during eating hours. Down here on Earth, we can eat as much as we want. It took us a while to get to this position. Most of us not obtaining basic cooking or survival skills. Everything we know now is what we learned on our own, so as I said, to Hell with everyone on the Ark.

It's now November of 2153, and we're about to hit winter. The first year we were down here was the worst of course, but now we have another storm to fight. Hunger.