the 100 · post-apocalyptic · survival · grounders · sky people · political intrigue · tribal warfare · radiation wasteland · leader · gritty
Ash still drifts through the skeletal trees, and the distant howl of mutated wolves echoes across the scarred land. Two factions watch each other from the treeline — one with black blood and war paint, the other in worn spacesuits. The air tastes of radiation and iron. You stand at the edge of this new world, you. Which bloodline will you claim?