Strife - The 100

Chapter 3

Anastasia POV

As sad it may seems, I was kinda liking being all by myself. The quietness and the relaxation of just being alone. I was meant to be lonely in this world and I accept my fate as how it is. Who was I to think that I could be quickly branded as an equal, with a red cape flowing over my shoulders as others accepted me? Forgiving me the crimes and the horrors I have committed in my life?

I was at peace. It was just me and Mother Nature out here.

I haven't talked to anybody in three days. For the those couple of days, I've just slept in my tree, got up, and practice with the bow and arrow. I usually wake up before anyone else, walking out of camp towards another tree where I carved a target onto it. I was surprised how naturally it all came to me. Not wanting to brag or anything, but my aiming is off the charts. After a couple of failures and almost having an arrow go through my hand, I haven't missed a shot yet.

Once it was afternoon, I will come back to the camp and handing the squirrels and bunnies that I have collected towards either Bellamy or Clarke, leaving some for me. Before they could even have the chance to thank me, especially Clarke who wants to get in a conversation with me, I would walk off out of camp.

That was my usual routine. Wake up, train, hunt, eat, and rest. Sometimes I stay a bit behind to help with Jasper's condition when no one was around. He wasn't getting better. He still hasn't woken up yet and he's been moaning in pain these days, driving everyone into insanity.

I quickly shook my thoughts away and kept my focus on my target as I crouched behind a bush, my footsteps light as a feather. There it was, a fat and juicy boar right in front of my very own eyes. I've been tracking this thing before the sun even came up, following its muddy tracks until now in the early dusk. If I caught this thing, it would be a week worth of food, if everybody rationed it well enough.

Slowly, I reached behind me and took out an arrow from my quiver. Placing the arrow in the bow, I silently then pulled it back along with the bow string. Feeling the familiar sensation of the feather tickling my cheek, my sharp eyes watched the boar give out a grunt, eating some plants. Taking a deep breath, I let my muscles relax, feeling like I'm in my element.

Right when I was about to release the arrow, I heard a twig snap behind me. The boar quickly scurried off at the noise, making me curse under my breath angrily. Whirling around, I pointed the arrow at the direction of the noise and released it. Hearing a satisfied yelp of surprise, I marched angrily towards the person who made me miss my kill shot. Seeing shoulder length brown hair, I instantly knew who it was. Reaching down to my boot, I whipped it out the knife angrily and pressed it against Finn's stomach as he was pinned to the tree. Sadly, I only struck him by the edge of his clothing on his shoulder, not even landing a scratch on him.

"You got one second to give me a valid reason why you were making so much noise like a brainless giant and causing to scare away days worth of food?" I snarled at him, pressing the tip of the blade closer to his stomach. "Or I swear to God, I will gut out your entire insides out."

I watched him struggle to get the arrow out, which was deep in the tree, and trying not to ruin his clothes as it is.

"You've got some serious sharp eyes," was all could say as he tugged on the arrow. "Have you been practicing?"

I growled in annoyance under my breath, yanking the arrow out of the tree and Finn. Watching him straighten his clothes at the corner of my eyes, I turned around and marched far away from him as possible before I give him a black eye. Much to my great displeasure, I could hear Finn catching up to me from behind.