Azgeda

Clarke pulled the lever and she watched as the people slowly burned to death as the contaminated air filled the metal coffin which held them safe for over 100s of years. She watched the consequence of her action, watched as men, women and children alike collapse to the floor. She watched as her own people stumble out of the mountain, mostly unscathed and she couldn't help but think. Was it worth it? She sacrificed thousands of people for the life of 47.

As they marched back to Camp Jaha, her mind brought her back to Mount Weather every time she saw a face that had escaped the mountain. She did the only thing she could then. She ran.

For weeks, Clarke is alone in the woods. For weeks, she was haunted by the mountain. Until she was snatched up by a group of grounders wearing Grey cloaks. She knew then, she was going to die