Outside The Wall (Divergent)

Tris

   "Where am I?" Tris' voice was thick.
  She looked around at the room she just awoken in. Bare grey plaster walls, bare dusty wooden floor, the bed was the only furniture. The only visual stimulation came from the figure sitting beside the far wall.
   "Ah, thank God your awake. You've been out a few hours now." Cara breathed a sigh of relief.
  "Where am I?" Tris asked again.
  "An old Candor apartment. Evelyn won't find us here." Cara's hands twitched nervously in her lap. "Whats going on Tris?"
  Tris closed her eyes and pondered the question. "Alot." Cara snorted. "There's a small amount of rebels, Allegiant, working to undo Factionless. I'm helping them, sorta."
  "Yeah, I figured. But, the whole story now. You should he dead. There's no way you could have stayed in the city and not have been found or atleast detected." Cara's hands twitched again. "What's...what's out there?"
   Tris pushed herself up into a sitting position, looking the older woman who was relieving her whole world was imploding. "Cara...the thing is-alot. Alot is out there. We're not the only city. Just the only one with a wall."
   Cara's eyes went big.
  "The closest one is called Malwautee. It's smaller then Chicago, but pretty strong. The next closest is either Andianapol or MadOn. MadOn is a bit small, but alot of political power is centered there. Andianapol is big, about the same as Chicago."
  Cara nodded, urging Tris on.
  "Well, when I left, I was lucky. I picked a random direction and just kept walking. I went straight north for almost week, directly to Malwautee. If I'd gone south, I probably would have starved, there's almost nothing but Nomads that way. When I got to Malwautee I was taken in for questioning. No one have walked out of the plains, ever. When they heard I came from the walled city they sent me in an armoured van to MadOn. The man who runs MadOn, who practically runs every open city around is named Alexander. He wanted to know everything about us."  Tris paused for a moment, looking directly into Cara's eyes. "He's a good man. He adopted me as one of his daughters. Alexander runs what he can as best he can. The Walled City has always been a mystery. He was courious."
  Cara nodded. "I can understand that, but if life was so great out there, why come back?"
  Tris signed as flopped back onto the mattress, and winced. It was extremely thin and she may have just just bruised her back.
  When the pain had gone down a bit she began to speak again. "I made a few friends, but I was closest to a couple only a few years older than me. Ryder and Gretchen. They have a kid, Lucas. Gretchen was born in Amity. Ryder use to live on the plains as a Nomad, and once he was starving so he wondered into Amity and met Gretchen. He left three weeks later, Gretchen had just found out she was pregnant, Ryder knee. He promised to visit and he did, but he wouldn't take Lucas away from his family. Then Ry heard that I'd made to out, gotten to MadOn and had made a life for myself. So he tried it too. I had seen Gretchen around so I vouched for her. She got sick though. Two years after arriving. I helped raise Lucas after that.
  "Two months ago, Lucas asked to see his mom's people. Ry knew Johannah would agree. I came back with them to show then the way and...because I missed this place in a way." Tris stopped, meeting Cara's gaze.
  "So that's it?" She asked cautiously. Tris couldn't blame her. Tris had lied so many times.
  "Yes." She'd lied so many times, what was one more.
  Cara stared at her. Long and hard, her eyes were calculating. Every bit the logical Erudite she'd always been. Cara didn't say anything. She didn't have to.
  "So, why dont we get out of here? Christina, Zeke, and maybe Uriah are working with Ry and I to get back Luke. I was suppose to meet, but I think I missed the deadline."
  "If I help you Tris you have to help me."
  Tris got very still, "What do you need, Cara?"
  "Your help with Allegiant."