Survival

Chapter 1: Home Sweet Home

This is the outfit Imara wears for most of the time and she wears her hair up a lot as well. Imagine the clothes dirty and slightly ripped -J. K. Joking

I found it funny. That us. The 100 that is. Found ourselves choosing a leader within minutes of setting foot on the earth. Many chose Bellamy, some chose Clarke. I, however, chose myself. I was never one for being a leader, never cared enough to be one. That didn't mean I wasn't strong, that didn't mean I was going to be a dutiful little soldier for either side. I was on my side, my team. But, at the end of the day, I would sit there quietly in the corner so each leader could feed me or help in the hope to win me over. I kept to myself mostly, I did make a couple friends, but I didn't get too close to anymore yet. I was so sure that many were going to die, there was no point of getting close to someone. I could already pick out a few which would be picked off first. Sometimes, I couldn't believe how useless some of these kids were. I mean, they were all supposed to be criminals, just like myself. But you could tell that most kids here had found themselves behind bars because of stupid acts of rebellion. I, however, had a real reason to be here. When I was put behind bars, I made sure it was for a pretty damn good reason.

I got that vibe off Bellamy and Clarke, they both seemed to have stories they didn't want to share, much like myself. Maybe that's what makes a person strong. But, I could tell there was a distinct difference between the two, Bellamy had dark motives, Clarke, I think truly believed in helping people. Either way, this would make to be an interesting show.

I was trained. I had skills that no one could top. I wasn't one of the snobs that was taught every kind of martial acts there is, but I would bet all the money in the world that I would beat them. I kept that to myself too. All people needed to know was that I was quiet. Then no one would expect a thing. As soon as I revealed that I was strong and powerful, they would either want me to protect them or see me as a threat. I knew at some point I would have to show them, but the longer the wait, the better the shocked looks on their faces will be.

Anyway, it had been a few hours since Clarke and her small gang left to find some mountain. This meant most of the teens were running wild having sex out in the open or running around laughing, generally being idiots. I, however, was trying to find things to makes necessities out of. A tent was one of my main priorities.

"Right." I heard the deep voice of Bellamy echo through the dropship. I looked up from the makeshift bag I was in the middle of making to look at him. He glanced over everyone in the ship, determination written in his eyes. From behind him Murphy and Mbege appeared from under the tarp that was being used as a doorway. Their faces were plastered with smug smirked as their hands flexed around the knives they had. "Whose next to get their wristband taken off?" Bellamy asked, his eyes glaring. I hid my rolling eyes by looking at the ground and fingered and the material I was crafting together. I heard some shuffling and two boys stood from the back and approached Bellamy. He smiled at them and patted one of them on the back. "Welcome to freedom boys." He led them out of the dropship. I huffed a small laugh and stood, wiping my hands on my thighs to get the dirt of them from the muddy floor.

"Find something funny?" I heard a snarky voice ask me. I looked up to see Murphy strutting towards me domineeringly. I weighed him up and smiled, crossing my arms. He was attractive in a strange kind of way. I could tell he was completely volatile and would no doubt cause problems later on. But there was no denying the fact that I found him attractive. It was in the way he held himself, he was dangerous yet predictable. Interesting.

"I find lots of things funny." I gave him in response, reaching done to grab my bag. He chuckled coldly and continued to walk towards me until he was standing perhaps too close to me. I could tell he was trying to intimidate him, but he chose the wrong girl. He glanced down at my wrist to find the wristband still there. His face broke into a smile, obviously glad he had found something to argue about.