The 100, How I Ended Up On Earth

Chapter 34

Trinity's POV
(Ten Months Two Days)

My cell was the most boring place you could ever imagine.

I was in a holding cell for now until my actual cell was ready. My cell would have belonged to a mans who will be floated today.

I shiver just thinking about it.

Now matter how you look at it its murder. I heard the guards talking and supposedly the man was arrested for multiple counts of thievery. He was trying to feed his little girl.

Life was only getting harder, and the only way to make it out easily was to commit a crime, live life with status or die.

There was no option to move anywhere else, to pick a different trade or any other solution people used to have on earth. Everything up here made life almost unbearable for most.

I looked up at the ceiling of my cell. The silver looked the same on every single spec of the surface, making it nothing to look at after only a few moments.

The door slid open and I didn't bother to move. I waited for my orders. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Getting zapped sucks!

"Stand and face us, hands where we can see them." I slowly pushed myself up from the metal slab and stood, my hands raised equal level with my head.

A female guard stepped forward and checked me for weapons and I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

I don't know how they think I could get any sort of weapon in here. It's nearly impossible!

The woman nodded her head in approval, my hands were cuffed in front of me and than I was escorted from the room.

We walked through the most dense and crowded hallways, probably showing everyone how even the people with status in the Phoenician sector still get caught and punished just like everyone else.

Assholes.

People stared at me like I was some sort of painting that no one could obtain, only stare at behind heavy security.

I was being lowered morally to the level of an insignificant object.

As I felt my blood begin to boil I took a deep breath and decided to look around to see where I might be headed off to.

Signed began to appear left and right and quickly one appeared reading MED BAY and was pointing in the opposite direction we were walking in.

I know we didn't go by it, so did we go around it?

I looked around more closely and suddenly everything clicked in my mind.

I realized, they're bringing me home. The hallways were the exact same route that I took to and from the medical center every day after my shift.

But I remember learning that prisoners don't return home ever. They're convicted and floated. Only a few cases they might be let off or move down a status.

I was in a restricted area. I'm surprised that they have waited this long to float me.

So why am I still walking as if it were a normal day on my way home.