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I'm Alive

A/N: New chapter. Hope you enjoy.

"So your leader sent you and the other Skaikru down here alone?" Tris asks.

I nod. "Yep. And I bravely kept everyone alive." I motion forward. "Should be coming up on the drop....." I trail off.

In front of us were tons of bodies. Reapers, Grounders and Delinquents.

Going forward a bit, I notice a familiar flipped open, bloody blade. My knife. I pick it up. I didn't have any other weapons. Though I eat my words when I pick up a fallen rifle, and as I check the ammo I notice there are seven more rounds.

Tris picks something up, two rings on a string, my mom's. I didn't even realize they were gone.

"What are these?"

"Rings." I take them. "They belonged to my mother." I pocket them.

Me and Tris walk past the burned walls of the camp. Ash and charred grounders covered the ground.

I did feel bad for Tris because most of these bodies, were people she knew. Hell, these bodies would've been her warriors if she took up Anya's place as Trikru leader.... If that's how being a second worked, once fully trained.

We carefully walk into the drop ship.

All I see is three swords, two looked like Anya's and the other was the one I gave Carl.

I pick them up, noticing some blood. I look up at Tris. "I think we could track 'em down. They'll be a trail."

And with that we start following the trail.

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After, I wasn't sure how long. Me and Tris come across a large piece of the Ark, I assume Alpha Station.

There were a a good amount of people clearing scrap, the rest were setting up an electric fence.

I look at Tris. "Those are my people. The ones from the sky." She nods, understanding. "I'll slowly go to them, alright? You stay behind me, let me do the talking. They won't like you, I'm hoping your age will help."

"Okay." She gets behind me.

I nod. I step out from the tree.

However a shot rings out and hits the tree right by my face. Another shot bangs and goes past me, into the bushes.

I push Tris back. "You hit?"

"I'm fine."

I hold my gun, I didn't want to shoot my people but I didn't want to die either.

I hear some yelling. I peek and I see all the people by the gate, I guess, of the fence.

But it's like my world slows down. I see my father, speaking with the guy who shot.

I slowly walk out and towards them.

People notice me and yell, seemingly not recognizing me.

One does.

My dad lets his grip on his gun go and he runs to me.

He gets in front of me, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

I hug back.

He looks at my face, his eyes wide. "You- You're...." He chokes on a gasp.

"I'm alive." I pull him back into a hug. I felt a tear go down the side of my face.

There was no thoughts of survival or fighting.

I had my dad back.

"Hey! Put your hands up!" Someone yells.