AN: I've decided to write a 100 story because the first series of the 100 has recently finished and I'm really sad but I can't wait till season two! Oh and in this (I've seen episode 1x13) The grounders never attacked and Clarke didn't wake up at that funny place (I can't remember what's it's called. Mount weather something or other).

Summary: The ARC drop ship failed. There were no survivors. Now the 100 are completely alone. They have to collect the supplies that the drop ship carried and that means crossing through the forest, across a lake and through the Grounders camp.

Disclaimer: We know how this goes… I don't own the 100 this is purely for fun and practice and no money is being made etc etc.

Chapter 1

Clarke looked around at the remaining 100. The shock and devastations was evident on their faces. She turned back and looked out across the forest, her eyes were drawn to the thick smoke and bright flames. The ARC ship.

She choked out a small whimper as she thought of her mother and her friends who had been up there. They would've either been in the first drop ship that had crash-landed; the second one or they would still be up in space. Either way they would die.

She heard heavy footsteps come from behind her and she turned to see Bellamy with a sad, sympathetic smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, Princess." He murmured. Clarke turned away from him and continued to stare at the flames.

"I'm sorry too." She told him, meeting his eyes again.

"For what?" He asked, a confused expression played on his face.

"People you cared about must've been up there. Family and friends." She said quietly.

"I had none. Octavia is the only member of my family and quite frankly, I had no real friends." He said, his eyes boring into hers. After a few uncomfortable seconds of silence, Clarke sighed and said,

"We should head over there. See if there are any supplies that could be useful. The ARC would've packed almost everything because everyone was coming down." Bellamy nodded.

"We'll leave tomorrow at dawn." Clarke stated.

She started to walk away when Bellamy caught her shoulder. "Stay strong Princess." He offered a warm smile, which she happily returned. It was the first proper smile all day.

~ The 100 ~

The camp was quiet that night. When it came to teatime, everyone huddled round a fire, ready to eat. The sky was turning dark, the sun setting and painting the sky bright yellows, oranges, blood reds and pinks.

A few large birds were cooking over the fire and everyone waited patiently before tucking into them. The meat was delicious; it was chewy and salty but a little sweet and perfectly cooked.

Bellamy glanced around the group and met Clarke's eyes. She nodded, knowing what he was thinking, so he stood up.

"Okay listen up." Everyone's eyes turned to him. "I know today has been… Overwhelming for all of you but we can't let it get to us. We need to survive on Earth and I'm sorry but mourning for our people won't help that. There will be time for that later but not right now. We need to go to the crash site and gather the supplies. We need to be ready for the Grounders."

A boy with white blonde hair glared at Bellamy. "We loved those people and you're telling us to forget about them?"

"No not forget-" Bellamy tried to explain but he was cut of by angry shouts.

"LISTEN!" Clarke yelled. The camp fell silent once more. "I know you loved your family and friends up there and I know you miss them. I do too. I know you feel hopeless now that there is no back. None. I know that but would your families want you to die because you're mourning them? No probably not and I know that sounds harsh but it's true. We have to survive here because now it's all down to us. Like Bellamy said, there will be time to mourn when we've won. When we no longer have to live in fear of the Grounders. We're going to that drop ship tomorrow because we need the supplies. Hopefully there will be more guns. More bullets, more weapons and food and medical supplies. If we don't get them first then the Grounders will. They're not completely stupid. The know that if we don't get them then we're more likely to die so please. Please cooperate."

Bellamy looked over at Clarke's face of determination. He admired that she could do that because not many people could. She could bury her own feelings deep inside her to save lives.

The rest of the teenagers shared concerned looks. There were so many things that could go wrong with this mission but there were so many things that could go wrong if they didn't try.

"I'll do it." A girl who looked about 14 stood up, her red hair tumbling down her back.

"Me too." More and more people stood up.

"We'll leave tomorrow." Clarke nodded at everyone and smiled.

"Good job." Bellamy praised as he followed Clarke through the crowd of teenagers.

"Thanks." The ended up in the med bay where a gangly boy with cracked glasses and greasy brown hair was laying on a makeshift table.

Bellamy frowned. When did this happen?

"Who's this?" He asked. The boy looked up at Bellamy through glassy blue eyes.

"Findlay." Clarke responded, gathering some things from the box of supplies.

"What happened? He looks fine." Bellamy's eyes scanned the other boy's body but found nothing wrong.

"Yes but he claimed to have breathing difficulties while out in the woods and he was hit over the head with something and he passed out. Octavia found him earlier and I need to check him over. Now out." Clarke pushed Bellamy out the tent and gave him an apologetic smile.

"Can't let you catch any diseases he may have." She grinned and then she was gone. Bellamy sighed and chuckled before joining the rest of the 100 for something to eat.

~ The 100 ~

The quietness of the camp was interrupted by an ear-piercing scream. Most of the teens hurried out of their tents, weapons at the ready. The noise however, was not coming from outside the walls but the Infirmary. Clarke rushed into the tent to see Findlay, his wide blue eyes staring up at the ceiling with his chest ripped to shreds. Clarke checked his pulse but found nothing. No beat against her fingers.

Bellamy, Octavia, Raven and Finn rushed in to see Clarke rushing around the medical bay. They all saw Findlay's chest and their eyes widened. Clarke turned around and saw them. Her face was shocked.

"I don't understand. He was doing perfectly fine… He was getting better, his fever had gone down, his headache was better and he was starting to remember…" She whirled round again to look at Findlay.

"That's not natural. Someone broke in… Someone did this to him." Clarke whispered.

"What?" Raven asked disbelievingly.

"Somebody killed Findlay."

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Next Time on 'The Impossible Task'.

She started walking again only to be disturbed by a shrill scream. She turned in every direction.

No one was there.

The forest had gone silent again but she pulled out her knife, readying it in her hand. It was as if nothing had happened.

Then a hand clasped over her mouth and she couldn't breath. She desperately clawed at it, but before she knew it, she had passed out.