.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ as soon as the dropship landed on earth, it was impossible to pass by any place in camp without a little chaos here and there, it almost drove you crazy how troublesome and drama-seeking most of the 100 are. you weren't anywhere near those traits, you just preferred to keep yourself and try to survive.

on someday's afternoon, you were out to see if there was actually any edible food besides the radioactive deer you found with some of the 100 the other day. since the radiation is not present anymore, shouldn't that mean that the environment would have already grown some plants?

on your little expedition, you stumbled across something metallic... you backed off to get a good look, it was something like a sewer trapdoor that led underground. you hesitated for a moment, but then asked yourself how bad can it be? just seize the day. so you opened it and climbed down the dark place. eventually you stumbled your way in the dark and found some candles, you lit some up and it was surprising. it was a whole big house-like something, and since then it's became your secret spot.

though not for long. two weeks after your spectacular foundation, you already finished all your tasks, and everyone else was busy with theirs, so you thought that nobody would notice your disappearance if you went to your secret spot again so you just went for it.

you were chilling inside as you wrote in your notebook, something that made you forget about the current situation, when something interrupted. you snapped out of your head when you heard the familiar metallic door open. you immediately reached for your dagger as a masculine figure climbed inside, as if he had been here a lot of times before. only to reveal it was bellamy, the arrogant pain in the ass leader of the 100. as he stood on the floor and noticed your presence, he flinched for a hot second when he recognized you.

"what's this, {{user}}?" he asked as a stoic expression took over his face.