Divergent-Survive

Chapter 3

I walk out of the bathroom as I see Four standing in front of me.

"Tris? Are you-" he starts but I embrace him, sweat and metal drifts to my nose as I inhale. When I exhale, I start to sob . He rubs my back softly.

"Oh baby," he starts, "it's okay, it's okay. We'll get through it together."

"It's not okay." I state, "I'm bringing a child in this world Four." When the words flow out of my mouth, I cry more. I feel his fingers under my chin and he lifts my face up to his.

"We will get through it." He reassures me. I nod shakily. He kisses me and I kiss back.

CRASH!

I jump and so does Four. It sounded like a window broke.

"What was that?" I ask softly, Four doesn't respond. He gets his dagger ready and I get my machete.

Then it runs at us.

It's about 7 feet tall. It's long, green arms about 3 feet long. It's jaw is gone and the blood spills on the floor, the tongue is as long as my forearm. The skin is a green sickly color and it's eyes are black and bloodshot. I never seen anything like it. Four stabs it in the head but then the thing whacks him and he hits the far wall. Anger rushes through me, I raise my machete to slice it's head off but it whacks me across too.

I hit the wall hard. I groan as I slump to the floor. My muscles burn with pain. It runs to me, but Four shoots him multiple times.

Crap. Dead ones will come because of that. The thing is still moving. As if it's immune to everything. Four grips my hand and makes me stand. My ribs burn with pain. I cry out but Four helps me. The thing runs to us but Four hits it with his elbow. We run to the window, my body burns with pain.

Then it tugs my hair and I fall with the thing. It's on top of me, the blood is dark- almost black. Wait no- it is black. The tongue is so close to my face, Four slices his head off. The blood splatters on my face, Four gentle picks me up.

"You okay Tris?" I manage to nod, I'm terrified and my body burns with the impact. What the hell was that? I wipe the blood off my face. Then the pounding begins on the door. I sigh, then there's a louder pound.

"What the hell?" I say softly.

Then the door bursts open revealing the dead ones, how did they bust through the door? I don't have time to think, so I fight.

I grab my machete and start slicing their heads off. Four starts stabbing them in the head, there's only a few, we can take them.

After I slice the head of the last one, I give Four a worried glance.

"I don't understand," he states, I nod in agreement. The dead ones aren't that strong, it's as if they are growing stronger. More harder to kill.

"We should go," I declare as I realize we have no more wood for the door. Four packs the water bottles and food in a backpack as I grab the remaining things and place it in my pack. We turn to the door and we walk out of the small apartment room.

We pace downstairs. The metal railings are soaked with fresh and dry blood. The cement steps are imprinted with muddy footprints of all shapes and sizes. Bloody handprints are smeared on the white wall. The scent of rotten flesh lingers in the air.

When we reach the bottom, we walk outside. It's quiet, as we speed-walk to the road.

I don't know where we will go.

We will just have to search.

And survive.

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