❝ everyone from my time is dead. i don't belong here; i don't belong anywhere. ❞
Ninety-seven years ago, the earth became soaked in radiation, leaving few survivors. Some of them were stuck up in space, not knowing when it would be safe to return. O...
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A WEEK PASSED IN slow motion. Dark circles wrapped themselves around Lane's grey eyes. Sleep did not come easy to her; not after ninety-seven years of nothing but sleeping. Her dreams were a never-ending cycle of memories flooding her brain from her childhood; from before the world turned into a nightmare. She missed her old life. It was simple in a way she would never experience again.
A few weeks before the bombs became clearer with every day that passed, but those last five still eluded her memories. She tried to keep herself from becoming frustrated by focusing on her meetings with Kane and Abby. Each time, they would tell Lane more and more about how the earth had evolved and she would tell them more and more about the past. They also talked about the grounders and the twelve clans headed by a Commander who had betrayed them. She got the story of the mountain men and how they ended up having to kill almost everyone in the mountain to save their people.
Abby always ended up talking about her daughter, Clarke. She had left Arkadia after they killed the people in the mountain. Abby said that the guilt was too much for Clarke to bare and she left. It had been over a month since Abby had seen Clarke last, but she thought about her every single day.
Lane also became more familiar with Arkadia, and the normal routine of the day. She went about the monotonous tasks with everyone else, trying to ignore the side glances and whispers that followed her wherever she went. Lane spent most of her time outside by the lake, but sometimes she would go into the main hall where there was a beautiful chandelier and piano. A bar sat at the back of the room with grey tables where people ate their meals. It was always busy with life, and most people loved to give Lane lingering stares of suspicion. For some reason, most people thought Lane was sent by the grounders to be a spy. She didn't even know enough about the grounders to be an effective spy so the whole theory was absurd to her.
On the bright side, there were some people that had started to befriend Lane. She was surprised when a girl named Raven had sat down across from her a few days ago and chatted with Lane as if she had always been around. Raven had a long brace on her left leg. She explained that it was from a gunshot back when she was at the dropship with the one hundred. Soon after Raven came a boy named Monty, who was also one of the hundred, and then came Miller, who found her in the bunker along with Bellamy. Slowly, she was being integrated into their friend group, but a part of her still felt like an outsider.
"Lane!" Lane turned her head from the book she had been focused on for the past hour: The Tale of Two Cities, which she hadn't read in well, almost one hundred years. It was still as good as she remembered.
She spotted Monty, Miller, and Miller's boyfriend Bryan jogging up to her. Miller motioned to the book in her hands with a look in his eyes that yelled he was anxious to get into some trouble, "Lane, come on, you've been back in the world for a week and you're already doing something boring?"
Lane rolled her eyes, "This is one thing around here that actually reminds me of home," She glanced at Monty. "I'm sure you've read this, Monty." Monty was just as smart as Lane, and he was always working on a project or trying to keep his best friend Jasper sober for once. Lane found out that Jasper drank all the time because of something that happened in Mount Weather.
