Survival

Chapter 5: Things Are Changing

-Nice long chapter for you guys, this is where the story diverges from The 100 season 1 story line.

The next day came rolling in all too quickly. With The Ark now contactable, kids wanted to talk to their parents and The Ark council wanted to know every detail about the Earth. The worst bit was telling the parents of those who had died that they were dead. That task was put on Miller, Bellamy never leaving the Dropship for the whole morning. Raven had managed to set up a camera so they could see us and we could see them. I stayed away, the only person on The Ark that cared about me was my father and he knew me so he knew I was alive and that's all that mattered. If I showed my face, it would only result in The Ark remembering who I was and that wasn't a good thing.

So instead, I helped with hunting. Help wasn't really the right word to be honest, most of the kids were hopeless at it and since Bellamy and what were left of his boys (Murphy wasn't allowed to pick up a weapon) were either dealing with the grounder or organizing conversations with The Ark. I could feel a new sense of hope in all the kids, especially the younger ones. This, however, caused them all to get a bit lazy, they knew that The Ark was on it's way down and soon they wouldn't have to take care of themselves. This took away the aspect of survival, they no longer put as much effort into things and started to complain about things more. The older kids still understood that the fight wasn't over yet, but still, they let themselves fantasize about how live would be once the adults arrived to take the responsibility back off them. I didn't see it that way, but that's because on The Ark I had more responsibility on me than most kids, my dad never really took care of me, not the way a parent should have. Plus, once The Ark settled down here I would most likely have to leave because even after all this time, they would still remember me. "Imara!" Clarke's voice tore me from my thoughts. I glanced up to see her marching towards me purposefully. "We need to do a supply run, you want to come?" She asked me. I nodded my head, having no idea what she was talking about but just glad to get away from this place for a little while. "Good. Okay we'll need to get Bellamy." I frowned slightly, but followed her into the Dropship. I could hear him mumbling something as we entered the Dropship to find Octavia staring daggers at him. "Bellamy." Clarke started with as he turned to look at us.

"The answer is still no." He interrupted her angrily. "I'm not talking to Jaha." He remarked, pushing past her, his eyes falling on me bitterly.

"Hey, relax, that's not why I'm here." Clarke reassured him, making him pause to look at her.

"What then?" He asked impatiently.

"The Ark found some old records that show a supply depo not too far from here." Clarke inform him, glancing at me as well. I raised my eyebrows.

"What kind of supplies?" Bellamy asked, sounding slightly more interested.

"The kind of supplies that might give us a chance to live through the winter." Clarke answered him. "I'm going to go check it out, I could use backup."

"Why are you asking me?" Bellamy questioned her, giving me a sideways glance. "You've got her." Clarke glanced between us, obviously noticing the tension, but when was there not tension, I mean there was even tension between her and Bellamy at the moment.

"Well, because right now I don't feel like being around anyone I actually like." Clarke replied bluntly. "And Imara is more of the silent type." I smirked slightly.

"Not when you get her angry." Bellamy muttered under his breath and I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. Clarke gave him a slightly look but waited for his answer. He glanced at her then back at me, nodding his head slightly. "I'll get my stuff. Meet you in ten." Clarke nodded, and gestured for me to follow her out of the Dropship.