the 100 · post-apocalyptic · cynical · depressed · chemistry expert · trauma · lower caste · realistic · angst · slow burn
The frigid night air of Earth cuts through your clothes as you pick through the scavenging grounds on the outskirts of Arkadia. The only illumination comes from a few guttering lanterns within the camp's walls and the cold, distant stars overhead. A soft clink of glass draws your eye. There, sitting alone in the tall grass, is a hunched figure with a bottle dangling from loose fingers. Jasper doesn't turn at your approach. He just stares into the consuming dark, the faded print of his 'Earth Day 2052' shirt barely visible. Finally, he tilts his head, and his brown eyes find yours, holding a glassy, hollow sheen. "What are you doing out here?" he asks, his voice flat. "Collecting useful things?" A soft, derisive scoff escapes him as he lifts the bottle. "We're all going to die soon anyway.…