Divergent-Survive

Chapter 1

TRIS PRIOR'S POV

My feet slap the cement as I run faster, with Four by my side. The scorching sun burns on my skin, and the groaning grows louder.

Behind us are the dead ones, or zombies. Whatever you want to call those creatures. There's a big crowd chasing us, and I hear as they run after Four and I.

We don't have enough bullets to take them all down.

So we run for our lives, my heart pounds in my chest as we turn to run in an alley.

I start to slow down as I'm panting. On the other hand, Four is in great shape so he's ahead of me. He turns to look at me.

His dark blue eyes are frantic.

"Faster Tris!" he yells, I run a little faster but my thighs burn with pain since we've been running more then a mile. Sweat drips on the nape of my neck.

A hand grips my shoulder, I turn my head and it's a dead one, it's gnarly sickly green hand clenched tight on my shoulder, it's nails dig into my skin, causing it to bleed. I scream as the dead one pulls me back. Four turns around and shoots his head, the bullet sound making me deaf for a while.

That's the only way you can kill them. Four grips my sweaty hand and brings me to his speed. The growls grow louder. We run into the apartment building and Four quickly shuts the door.

"Tris! Get the bar!" He commands, his back against the door as the dead ones pound on the door, wanting our flesh. I grab the large metal bar and hand it to him. He quickly places it on the door. He grabs my hand and we run to the stairs.

The bar won't hold them off. We run to the 6th floor and I hear them in the 4th stairs, chasing us. We run into the apartment room that we stay in and shut the door.

Four rapidly boards the door and I help him. We finish and I hear the pounds as they beg to come in.

Sweat drips from my forehead as I pant. I take a glance at Four, his face is drenched in sweat and he pants loudly.

"You okay?" He asks me, I nod, "it didn't bite you or anything?" I shake my head but show him my shoulder. "it's okay Tris, that doesn't infect you." I exhale in relief. The pounding ceases and I realize they are gone.

My nervousness and worry disappears. I turn and walk into the kitchen, I grab one of our very few water bottles. I take a swig and Four walks in, I give it to him. He takes a long drink.

I sit on the old, dirty couch and Four sits next to me. He puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead.

"Oh Tris, you scared me to death when you screamed. I thought you got bit." He states, I grab his hand and latch our fingers together. I look at him and give him a kiss and our tongues move in sync. I pull away.

"There was so many Four, I thought I was going to die." I tell him. He nods.

" I know Tris, I know. Take a nap, I'll keep watch." He says, I nod and snuggle in his warmth. Then I fall asleep.

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Authors note:

-So in the story Tris is 21 and Four is 23.

-Four is the only name he has.

- Tris and Four were dating before the apocalypse. Like a year before the apocalypse.

Okay so that's all the clarifications you need to know! I'll update ASAP so stay tuned!

Please read my other story named, "A FourTris Story"

Alrighty bye! 😊