This chapter is set a week after the death of Mount Weather and during the time that Clarke leaves Camp Jaha.

There are a few characters that are of my own creations, but the rest belong to their original owners. The story will be in Clarke's Point of View and will switch to my own character's Point of View occasionally. I will admit that I was not too happy about some of the deaths during season 3 or 4, how Clarke's time away was skipped over, and I wished more characters were introduced and the story had taken a different route. So, this story is my own version and ideas that came to me while watching the 100. I hope you enjoy.

The wind bit at my cheeks and fingers, while my stomach rumbled its protest against not eating for a few days. But I continued to walk a straight path through the trees, not even bothering looking back.

I should have stayed at Camp Jaha long enough to get supplies before embarking on my self-banishment, but if I had, my mother and Bellamy would have forced me to stay. I couldn't do that. I had to leave.

I abandoned the gun I used to kill Dante Wallace long ago; all it brought back were some horrid memories. That and it would give me away immediately as Skaikru if I had come across any Grounder civilization. Now I have nothing but my bare hands, not even a knife was in my possession. My only choice was to foliage and despite my hungry state, taking off and leaving Camp Jaha was the best decision I could have made.

"I bear it so they don't have to," I whispered, rubbing my hands up and down my arms, trying to get some kind of warmth through the jacket. Those words were the best advice Wallace could have given me. Although Bellamy and I represented ourselves as co-leaders of the 100, I was the one who usually made all the tough decisions. I'm the one that decided to burn the Grounder army alive, I'm the one who shot Dante Wallace and angered his son, and I was the one who decided to irradiate level five if the Mountain Men refused to give up my people. Those were all my choices; not Bellamy's or any of the 100 or anyone from the Ark. That blood was on my hands. A leader must take the burden of the actions taken by their people. So, that's what I decided to do. I left so everyone could sleep at night without being reminded of what I had to do to get us to this point.

Distracted by my musing, I didn't realize I had walked into a clearing filled with wild berries. My stomach must have known instinctively that I was around a food source because it rumbled loudly and I stopped in my tracks and examined the berries… They weren't deadly, good. I grabbed a handful and sat by the bush snacking on the few that I grabbed. My stomach settle with relief now that there was finally food in my system. And before long I had not realized I had fallen asleep, wariness from the travel capturing me.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Abby Griffin exclaimed, pacing back and forth in her newly rigged office.

"I tried, but Clarke does what she wants," Bellamy tried to calm the raging mother. Kane stood to the side his arms crossed, not saying a word. He had grown use to Abby's sudden outburst about her daughter. But Kane knew that if anyone could survive on Earth alone, it was Clarke.

"What if the Grounders try to kill her?" Abby asked no one in particular.

"I doubt they would," Kane finally spoke up, moving over to Bellamy in order to offer his support. "They have not attacked us yet, and I doubt they know just yet what happen in the mountain. The only Grounder that knows is Lincoln, and he's with us."

"I guess you're right… I just hope she's ok."

"She will be. She's the one that helped the 100 survive here," Bellamy assured. "And she used to do great in Earth Skills. She understands Earth better than the rest of us."

A knock sounded at the door and a guard peeked his head in. "Chancellor?"

"Yes? What is it?"

"Med bay needs you," The guard pauses, looking at everyone wearily. "It's Jasper."

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until the smell of cooking meat brought me from my dreamless sleep. I sprung up, a wool blanket falling from my shoulders and took in my surroundings. A fire was prepared a few steps away from me with two sticks roasting some kind of meat over the fire. A small metal canteen was by my feet. I didn't see anyone nearby but a small leather pack leaned against the tree across from me, a bow and a quiver of arrows right beside it.

"You're awake," A girl moved from the shadows to the left of me, and I attempted to school my shocked expression. She held a heap of fire wood under her left arm and what looked to be a dead rabbit in her other hand. "It doesn't do you any good to sleep out in the opening like that. Someone could kill you… or worse."

"I didn't mean to fall asleep," I stated, my voice steady. I examined the girl as she came closer to the fire in order to lay a few more pieces down. She wore dark clothing along with a dark hooded cloak around her shoulders. A sword was strapped to her hip. Her hair was long and a faded red in color as if she used something to dye it and hasn't gotten around to redoing it just yet. "Who are you?"

"Roman."

No kru… From my experience, most Grounders introduce themselves with their kru, but this girl did not. Was she hiding something?

"And you?" She asked suddenly.

"Me?" I asked, caught off guard.

"Yeah. It's common courtesy to introduce yourself after asking for someone else's name."

"Oh," I said quietly, a bit embarrassed. "I'm Clarke."

"Well it's nice to meet you," She grabs one of the sticks of meat and holds it out to me. "Hungry?"

I eyed the meat warily and in return, Roman rolled her eyes and took a large bite out of the meat.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so while you were sleeping. Poisoning someone is a coward's way out," Roman picked up the other stick with the chunk of meat and held it out to me. I grabbed it tentatively and took a small bite out of it. The smoky taste hit my taste buds immediately and I moaned in appreciation and started to eat it faster. Roman grinned, with an eyebrow raised. "Good?"

"I've had nothing but berries in the last few days so anything would taste amazing at this rate," I told her.

She cocked her head at me, her eyes filled with confusion. "No hunting supplies?"
I shook my head.

Roman looked over at her bag and the bow and arrows. She walked over to them and picked them up before heading back over to me. I tensed until she held the bow out to me along with the quiver. "Take it, I have another. There's a trading post a little north of here. Give the man behind the counter this bag, and it should be enough to get you some new clothes, weapons and a pack of food."

I took what she offered me slowly and looked at Roman skeptically. "Why are you helping me?"

She shrugged in turn before sitting by the fire. "You can think of it as a favor if you'd like. You can pay me back later."

I sat down heavily across from Roman. "I hate to break it to you, but I can barely use a bow."

Roman chuckled. "Then I guess I'll have to teach you that too and now you owe me two favors."