[God, this is a lot to go through, and he's not sure where to start correcting her.]

We landed in the eastern United States, or what used to be the US. The grounders divided themselves into twelve clans, and there aren't any cities left, save Polis. Mostly villages. Six months ago we found out that nuclear power plants don't take too well to being left to rot for a century, so they melted down. Eleven hundred made it into a bunker before the radiation hit. I made it back to what was left of the Ark with six others. About a week later the Storm showed up.