Not alone anymore [Open]

[Clarke Griffin]

The arrival of the ship that was decidedly not the one she wanted to see, had shaken up everything. She and Madi had been the only people on the ground - well above surface at least - for six years. It was their turf, their territory. They knew the patc of green like the back of their hands. They knew how flora and fauna had changed due to radiation. The newcomers didn't. The first died due to eating a poisonous plat. It had been poisonous before, too, but initially, a century ago, it had been edible. Since then the people adapted. 

It was not what caused her the most worry. The adapted fast and skilfully, but it was the weapons they had that truly spooked Clarke initially. She tried to keep Madi away from them. Which was why Clarke was currently all alone in the forest. She was alone and she was leaving behind a trail. The words of someone rang in her ears, accusing her of being too loud and too sloppy. It was an echo from her past, from someone who was long dead and yet remained with her in spirit. It wasn't the only one. Those echoes kept on reminding her on why she thought. The echoes of dead people and live people alike. She also left a trail of blood. She came too close to the settlement of these people and made a noise - once again she remembered being scolded for how loud she was back in the past. Seemed like she still was. They shot before even checking who or what it was. Clarke turned to run. As fast and far as she could. By then the sleeve of her shirt was saturated with blood. 

Clarke settled against a tree, convinced she lost the people. She started to bandage the wound on her arm, when she heard footsteps. Apparently she hadn't lost them after all. If she was unlucky, that was her end. Clarke held her arm and her breath, hoping they wouldn't find her there, if it was the people from this strange space ship.