Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter two

And with those three words, everyone excluding Clarke ran excitedly out of the dropship. Hazel, although very skeptical, allowed her half brother to pull her out to catch her first glance at the ground.

It was incredible—gorgeous beyond anyone's wildest imagination. The ground was soft, and it was a beautiful mossy green with occasional patches of moist dirt. Hazel grinned as her first foot hit the cushiony ground. It was so much softer than what the history books described. The pictures did not do Earth justice.

Then there were the trees. The tall, dark brown trees that loomed over them, their branches swaying slightly with the wind. The breeze was incredible, hitting each of their faces in every direction. It was crisp, and almost cold if it weren't for the sun. The warm rays beaming down on them tingled under their skin in a comfortable way. The sky was the broadest blue, with white, puffy clouds scattered among it.

But the best was the air. Oh, the air. It was sweet, Hazel could almost taste it. The pure smell of nature and freshness felt clean in her lungs, which was something she'd never experienced before—she had not even known that it could be experienced in the first place.

Hazel let go of her brother's hand as she twirled around and looked up at the sky. She barely heard him call back to Clarke, "Why so serious, Princess? It's not like we died in a fiery explosion." She did, however, appreciate the nickname he used for the blonde, for she had been thinking the same thing. The Griffin girl was a princess.

Clarke, always the voice of reason, responded, "Try telling that to the two guys who tried to follow you out of their seats." Her words were harsh, and the blonde half expected Finn to be insulted and walk away. But what Clarke did not know, was that Finn Collins never backed down from a challenge.

"You don't like being called princess, do you, Princess?"

The blonde inwardly groaned at the nickname before she pointed toward a mountain in the distance, "Do you see that peak over there?"

Finn must have nodded because Hazel failed to hear him respond. The dirty blonde slowly came to a halt, her moment of admiration toward the Earth began to diminish as she heard Clarke say clearly, "Mount Weather. There's a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain."

Oh, shit.

Although she was worried, Hazel could not be bothered to deal with the fact that their recommended headquarters for food, water, and medicine was on a different mountain at the moment. All she cared about was how good it felt to be walking on the soft, green ground surrounded by a variety of thick and thin trees with the beautiful, bright yellow sun beating down on them. It was such a different experience to be able to feel the sun rays in Earth rather than having to duck every time the fiery star lined up with the nearest window. The sun looked much less dangerous on the ground than it did on the Ark.

She was in awe. Everything on the ground was so beautiful. It was all so. . . pure. Those were her thoughts that were quickly interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

"Well, well, well," the emotionless voice of the wannabe badass John Murphy entered her ears. "Look at what we have here. How'd you end up down here with the rest of us, dollface?"

John Murphy was the typical, self absorbed, aggressive bully who always put himself first. He was a tall brunette that had an awkwardly proportioned body. His straight hair used to be perfectly styled in a "messy" and "roll-out-of-bed" way but looked less voluminous at the moment. Murphy preferred to be called by his last name, the only exception being Hazel who called him John to annoy him. He played the role of the asshole teen who never bothered to pay attention in class and seemed to be rejected by his parents, but the latter was a common misconception.