Please read and review. This story is meant to pick up after Clarke and Bellamy kill all of the people living in Mount Weather. The main character is not one from the show, she is completely made up. I hope you enjoy!

The World Above

She sat in her chair, watching the scene unfold before her in complete and utter terror. It was the type of fear that made a person's brain go blank, the type that made a person lose all their basic motor skills. It paralyzed her.

Her father sat in the chair across the table. He had spilled his drink over when he started to feel the effects of the radiation. His skin began to blister and within seconds, they covered every inch of his visible skin. At first, she didn't understand what was happening.

Then she heard the alarm.

The red emergency lights flashed in rapid succession making her head spin. To her left, her little sister was sliding off of her chair, landing in a heap on the cold concrete floor. She looked around to find that it was happening to everybody. The room was flooded with different sounds. The screaming and the crying were loud, but all she heard clearly was her sister's final desperate gasps for air.

Across the room she caught glances of the others. Her friends Anna and Lauren, slumped over each other on the couch. Her old school teacher crawling towards the door before her arms gave out underneath her. Countless others, all dying slowly. She looked back down at her sister, who was now reaching up for her with open hands.

Finally she regained control of her mobility. Dropping to her knees, she took the outstretched hand and positioned her small head onto her lap.

"It's okay." She sobbed, stroking her sister's long golden hair. She knew there was nothing she could do. She knew that her sister was going to die. "It's okay, Hannah." The tears in her eyes made her sisters face blurry, but she was thankful for that. The blisters had taken over, and her beautiful porcelain face was now a sight of horror. Her tiny body gave a final jerk as she opened her mouth for one last breath of air. Then she was still.

All around her, bodies stilled. When the howl of the alarm ceased, there was a heavy silence hanging in the air. She didn't trust her legs to stand up, so she stayed there on the ground with her sister's petite body draped across her lap.

How could this happen? The Mountain had survived decades without an incident of this magnitude. True, there were the occasional radiation leaks, but those had all been contained almost instantly, and with minimal casualties. Throughout her lifetime, only two people had died from the radiation. But this time, it killed them all. The people she had known her whole life. Her friends and her family. It had killed everyone.

Everyone, except her.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed. It could have minutes, it could have been hours. Her vision had become a thick fog, nothing particular coming into focus. Her mind just couldn't processes what her eyes were seeing. Everyone she had ever known, now dead. She hadn't gotten up to check, but she knew in her gut that the other sections had leaked as well. If they had lived, why hadn't anyone shut off their section from the polluted air? Why did they stand by idly while they suffered?

Her eyes drifted down to Hannah's face, willing the haze to disappear so she could see her sister clearly. When it did, she stared into Hannah's empty eyes. There was no life left in her, but maybe if she prayed hard enough, her sister would take one more breath. For a short moment, she swore she could hear Hannah calling to her. But it wasn't Hannah's voice.

"Hey! Look at me." The voice grew louder, become clearer as it did. "Are you hurt?"

She tilted her head up and blinked a few times before she saw the girl in front of her. Hannah? She thought wildly, her heart beginning to pound. Her hair was the same color as Hannah's and just as long. But the shape of her face was wrong. This girl's face was rounder and void of the freckles that scattered across Hannah's face. Her eyes were wrong too, they were narrower; shaped more like an almond rather than Hannah's gumball eyes. But the color was right, the deep hazel was a reflection of her little sister's.

The girl speaking to her was not Hannah. She was someone else, someone she didn't know. She was crouched down beside her now, leaning in so close that she could smell the outside world on her clothes. Their eyes locked for a long drawn out moment before she spoke again.

"What's your name?" she asked slowly. She tried to give her an answer, but the word was choked off in her throat. The girl looked to another on her right. "Take her back to camp." And then she was gone.

Another girl, one with black hair that was pulled back off her face in braids so close to her scalp they looked almost like they had been painted on. She reached out a hand and helped her to her feet. Hannah's lifeless body slipped onto the floor as she stood. The black haired girl took her by the arm and led her through the room, stepping over the bodies of her neighbors; her doctor; her classmates. Once out in the metallic gray hallway, she was led through a maze of tunnels and finally to the large slate doors that lead to the Outside. The girl pushed the doors open, putting all of her body weight behind it.

A light surged in through the crack and touched her skin. A feeling of warmth tinged in the spots that the light hit. It's the sun. The realization made fresh tears well up in her eyes. She was about to see the sun. Fear struck her hard for only a few seconds. If the outside air was going to kill her, she would have died beside her sister and father. The girl took a step beyond the door and signaled for her to follow.

"Marcelina." She whispered, finding her voice at last. The girl gave her a confused look. "My name is Marcelina."