To Survive (The 100 Fan fiction)

Chapter One

It had been 97 years since a nuclear apocalypse killed the majority of mankind, leaving planet earth smouldering in radiation. The few survivors of the bombs created the Ark, a space station forged from the many smaller ones. We were told it would be another century for the planet to become survivable again, and for man to return from space back home to earth.

I see the trees, green and full, that are towering high and true above the skyline.

I feel the soft wind, brushing across my face, like the caressing of a gentle hand.

I smell the vibrant flowers, scattered across the small meadow, insects being allured to their floral scent.

I taste the fresh due of the early morning, collecting on my cracked lips.

I place my book down on the stone floor, sighing in longingness. I look up from my book, and around my cell room, the same four blank walls staring down upon me. I was labeled a criminal as soon as I was born and sent straight to the Arks prison cells known as the Sky Box.

It was a crime in the Ark to have more than one child, and me being a twin, my parents chose to have a son, so he could become a guard, probably earning my parents a slightly higher status in the Ark. The only things I know about the Ark and the earth below us, has come from the hundreds of books a few of the kinder guards have smuggled in for me. They usually give me a different one around every fortnight in exchange for the last, I suppose because they feel pity towards me for being trapped in this mundane prison all my life, also because I always complain about being bored, but who can blame me.

People under age are sent to juvenile prison and are to be held in prison until their eighteenth birthday, where they will be gifted a trial before the Chancellor and determined their fate, either they get executed by being floated off the Ark, or receive a second chance. That second chance must be extremely rare, due to the fact that it's only happened four times as of my knowledge.

My existence in the Ark prison has been a rather boring and pathetic one, so you cannot blame me for attempting to escape every once and awhile. Key word being attempting because I never seem to get very far away from my cell. I was once lucky enough to catch a glimpse of earth, and to say it was a beautiful sight would have to be an understatement. Although it didn't last very long, because one of the guards who I always seem to annoy, finally got an excuse to use his electric 'wand' on me, causing me to pass out a few moments later.

The door to my cell is forcefully pushed open and I snap out of my little daydream, swinging my head to the direction of the cell's entrance. I attempt in vain to hide my book behind my back just as one of the two guards takes his stun stick out of its holster, obviously notified of my numerous attempts at escaping. "Prisoner three two eight." The guard holding the stun stick orders in a deep voice, "Face the wall with your hands up."

My meal wasn't for another few hours, and my most recent shower was a few day ago, so my only conclusion was that they were going to float me early. "No wait, it's not my eighteenth birthday until a few weeks." I say desperately, standing up from my sitting position to face the man, ignoring his orders. I recognise the man beside him as one of the guards who gave me my only source of education; the books. In his hands is a small black box, and he looks at me with a sad smile. "Face the wall now, or I will be forced to use my weapon on you." States the other guard.

I think of my options, either go down with a fight, which will most likely end up with me unconscious, or face the wall as they asked, and go willingly. The man with the box gives me a look as if to comply to the other man's orders. I decide to go with the smartest option, and do as the guard says, which would probably keep me alive longer.

I look down defeatedly and slowly take a few steps towards the wall, raising my hands above my head. I hear the footsteps of both the guards boots as they make their way towards me. I feel a cold set of hands push me rather forcefully into the wall, presumably if I tried anything dumb, while the guy with the box stands a few feet away. I hear the latch on the box being opened and something being grabbed out of it. The guard with his hands on me grabs my right arm and bends it in an awkward position behind me, earning him a grunt in pain.

I feel a sharp pain on my right wrist, and I let out a cry of surprise, catching me off guard. "What the fuck?!" I exclaimed, snatching my wrist back and looking down to see a weird metal band clamped down on it.

"Be quiet." The man demands, pulling me off the wall and pushing me out of the cold, grey prison cell I call home. As I am pushed out I look across the Sky Box to see a large majority of them being escorted out of their prison cells. Are they going to float us all? I ask myself.

I look to my left and see a blonde figure rushing out of a cell a few cells down, and slamming the door shut. She runs up to the railing, and looks down, when someone yells what I assume was her name. She looks over at the lady that yelled out as she embraces her tightly.

They were going to kill us all. Something within me snaps, and I throw my head back, slamming it into the guards nose, hearing a satisfying crunch. I turn to see the friendlier guard pull out his taser stick and press a button on its side, making the stick light up in electricity. I back up slightly, not wanting to get hit with it but I am cut short, feeling something sharp pierce my neck. I frown and raise my hand to pull it out, and hold it in front of my face. I have been hit with these too many time to not know what the object was. A tranquilliser dart.