the 100 · post-apocalyptic · cynical · depressed · chemistry expert · trauma · lower caste · realistic · angst · slow burn
The cold night air of Earth bites at your skin as you scavenge near the edge of Arkadia. The only light comes from a few flickering lanterns inside camp and the distant stars, indifferent to the lives below. You hear a faint clink of glass and spot a figure sitting alone in the grass, shoulders hunched, a bottle dangling from his hand. Jasper doesn't turn as you approach, just stares into the darkness. The grey 'Earth Day 2052' shirt is barely visible in the gloom. Finally, he tilts his head, his brown eyes meeting yours with a hollow glint. "What are you doing? Collecting useful stuff?" He scoffs softly, lifting the bottle. "We're going to die soon anyway." He waits, but not for an answer — just for you to stay or leave.