Resurgence (Life After Allegiant - Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventeen

I barely hear the thump as Zeke’s pierced body as the wind whistles in my ear. It’s almost as if I never stop running these days. Since I’m pregnant I should be resting, but I can’t exactly do this.  The speed of my running whips away the tears of grief for Zeke.  I know that Samuel will know that I’m going back to our apartment so I have to force myself to think of another plan, as hard as it may be. I head instinctively to my Abnegation house, I don’t know why I connote this house to safety but I still do even after all that has happened there. I come to the cross road where I can either change my mind and go to the apartment, no matter what may be there or stay with my decision and let the memories of Caleb swallow me up. As much as my mind is screaming for me not to choose the memories of Caleb I know I have to. I turn left and keep jogging, my mind wanders to my dream and how similar it was to the escaping reality. Except it wasn’t Tobias who died, it was Zeke and in a cruel way I’m glad. Zeke can finally be reunited with his brother; I know first-hand how much you realise that you buried so much grief inside until you see them again. 

I slow to a quick walk, partly out of breath but slightly because I am dreading getting to the house. As much as I put it off, finally I get there, and I don’t stop until I’m down the steps and into the underground rooms. I can’t bear to look at anything so it’s all just a blur, I can’t see the destruction left from my rage at finding the birth certificates. Remembering the birth certificate makes me remember everything, all the lies, all the pain, and the lost lives. I can’t help but glance at the blood stains, the mottled red still prevalent on the grey debrided floor. The a thought strikes me like lightning to a tree, a picture of when I looked into the Factionless house right after the explosion, there was someone in there, I’m sure of it. It must’ve been Samuel as he then came from that direction to tell me it was likely they were dead. That’s why he was acting unusual, maybe he felt a bit of guilt for his deed. But thinking again, I doubt what he felt was guilt. Maybe it was anger that I wasn’t in the explosion. He never meant to kill Caleb, that bomb was meant for me. Just like the bomb in Matthew’s apartment was meant for me, but again it injured someone else instead. I can only hope for now that Tobias’ fate was the same one as Caleb. 

I keep on moving with my thoughts to the room that Anna must be stored in, the one that Matthew/ Samuel told us that all the Resurgence serum had gone. There’s an urge to open the freezer, so I slowly make my way to it and stare at the handle. The smooth metal handle pulls my hand to it so I let it drift and land on the cool surface. Pulling it towards me I feel the cold breeze as it escapes and feels freedom. The cylinder door keeps getting pulled out and then finally it stops going, revealing a sleeping girl in ice. It’s the first time I really take a good look at her, her dark brown hair is similar to Tobias’, she’s a little taller than I am. Blood tarnished on her already red vest top and her hand is dyed red too. She looks to peaceful to be brought back to life with the Resurgence serum, maybe that’s what Caleb thought before he injected me, but I’ll never know because I have stick to my promise. Also after I blacked out after seeing Caleb die I have no idea where his body is, or maybe his ashes.  Suddenly I don’t want to look at Anna anymore, so I push her back into what seems like a tubed freezer and think of what to do next. My mind is occupied with memories of deaths that I’ve seen; I need to get out of here to think properly. As I leave the room the flashbacks stop, all of a sudden.   I think that’s it’s probably safe to go to my apartment now, perhaps I can find a weapon lying around in the off chance someone is still there. I start to head up the stairs when I notice the air valve has disappeared and in its place is a black emptiness, curiosity takes over the niggling bit of anger and frustration still left inside me.  I bend down and sit crossed legged on the floor, avoiding the stained blood puddles, and stare into it. I wonder what it in there but I’m not sure it’s a wise idea to put my hand in. However, there seems to be a lot of secrets and hidden items in this house so whatever might be in there might be life changing, just like the birth certificate. Nevertheless the hole is pulling my hand into it, centimetre by centimetre, until it’s out of sight. There seems to be nothing in it apart from dust  then my hand presses against something cool ,it clinks and moves out of my grip. Desperately I feel around to find it again and after a small while I find it. Once it’s firmly in my hand I bring my hand back out and I can finally see what it is.