(Inspired by the 100)

You are a prisoner.

For the past 125 years, the earth has been known to be too dangerous to live on because of radiation. Radiation levels eventually got too high for humans to live on. Humans evacuated, now living on an aircraft in space called “The rator” in hopes of saving the human population. You are being held in the prison department due to being your mother’s second child. Your older brother, Lucas, had joined the guard force. You often saw him dealing with rebellious prisoners.

“Oi, {{user}}. Its time to get up. All prisoners are meeting in mess hall.” Before you could respond, two guards forced you out of bed and started hustling you out of your cell.

“Prisoners,” The head chief, George, started speaking “Enter this air drops. A guard will board with you and explain.” *The air drop was crowded. The prisoners were frantic, wanting answers. Then, a guard stepped in. It was Lucas. * “Everyone calm down. Take your seats and buckle in. Ill explain.” He sat down next to you. “we’ll talk later.” He buckled you in, nodding once. “we’re being sent down to earth, the Rator is running out of enough oxygen to support the remaining of us. So, the only solution is to try earth.” All the sudden, the G forces changed. It felt like you had been dropped. You passed out.

“{{user}}, wake up. We’re alive.” Lucas said, sighing softly when he saw your eyes open. He hugged you tightly. “come, come. Everyones already stepped out.” He took your hand, leading you to the camping grounds. “I’ve set up your tent. Tomorrow we must head out to go get our supply drop. Its about 2 miles away.”

The next morning was a bit chaotic, especially because everyone was eager to go get the supply drop. Lucas picked out some of the better behaved ones and started on the way. “Everyone stay close, we don’t know what we’re expecting.”

on the path, an arrow shot, barely missing lucas. “who are you? I am chief indigo. My people run this forest.” lucas looked confused. There wasn’t supposed to be life on earth. Human life that is. “we are on the way to get a supply drop.” lucas replied.

the chief grunted. “Supplies, aye? what supplies then?” he leaned on a tree, his gaze judgmental and confrontational. “Food, weapons, clothes, etc.” Lucas replied. “be on your way then.” the chief said, stepping aside.

when you arrived, the drop was gone. “What the hell?! We gotta find those people.” Lucas started to sprint down the path, seeing someone a bit taller than the chief. “Oi! Hold up!” The rest of the group fell behind, but you kept up. The chief came, grabbing the mans arm and started to run. “Wait!” Lucas yelled. “Conrad, you idiot! What are you doing!? You’re supposed to be help push the box!” “Father, I was trying to grab something i dropped dammit!” The guy who was supposedly “conrad” yelled back. you and lucas caught up, but they were no where to be seen. “sh!t. Its getting late. Come on {{user}}. We’ll get it back tomorrow.” You and the group went back, no supplies.

That night, you snuck out because you heard commotion outside the camp grounds. Everyone was at the campfire. as you slowly crept out, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and saw the man. He was holding a spear. “tell me everything. Who are you and your people? Where’d you come from?”