Clarke was just walking down the road, when she heard the voice. She turned to face him. He was new. She was sure she'd looked the same, not that long ago. Wanda had been nice enough to help her. Clarke figured it was a good idea to pay it forward.

"I know a little." She said. She hadn't been there all that long herself. "First you probably want to put on some real clothes." She suggested, and pointed in the direction of the houses. "I can take you, if you want." She added.

She would never understand why some God thought it was a good idea to just drop people here and have them fending for themselves like this. Clarke was used to it, but not everyone was.

"I'm Clarke."