Mass confusion. The video must have ended minutes ago but it feels like centuries.

At first I forget that my feet are firmly planted on the ground and feel as if I am drowning all over again, encased in a small glass room with nowhere to run. I am pulled from my haze as the first shots are fired.

"We need to run, Tris. Now!" Tobias shouts as he shields me.

Edith Prior. Prior. No matter how strong he is, Tobias cannot shield me from the pain of the last few days. He cannot shield me from the information the video just set loose into the Erudite headquarters, and he cannot shield me from the death that is weighing heavily on my shoulders.

But he knows this. So he shields me from what he can, which is currently the gunfire from the factionless.

I manage to look up at his face a moment before he scoops me up and takes off running into the crowd. He must have been screaming at me to move. Why can't I move? His jaw is set. He is focused and strong. In this moment, he is Four.

I lose Christina in the crowd. Where is Uriah? Evelyn? The thought of her sends anger coursing through my veins.

Evelyn.

"Tobias."

I am surprised at how weak my voice sounds against the shouting and gunfire. He doesn't hear me, but I can see that we are almost to one of the shattered windows of the headquarters.

I quickly scan the rest of the room and let out an involuntary whimper. There are bodies strewn across the floor, but many are faces that I do not recognize -until my gaze is stopped cold. I fight Tobias's grip and fall to the ground. He runs to my side to grab me, but halts when he sees the body I am crouched over.

Caleb.

I try to get his attention, to wake him up. I try not to cry. My brother. My murderer. No, my brother. The smart one. The good one.

I knew before I hit the ground that he was dead. I know that I don't have time to grieve another loss.

I am the last one standing in my family. The last Prior, and that is what breaks me. I hold my brothers torso and cry into his bloodstained vest. I am surrounded by cries of pain, and my sobs are absorbed into the sounds of chaos.

Four jerks up at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Four, watch out!" Someone shouts over the turmoil. Zeke?

A sudden pain overtakes me and I scream. I hear Tobias's voice trying to coax me to keep my eyes open, but I welcome the darkness. He lifts me up over his shoulder, as tenderly as he possibly can under the circumstances, and we are still moving when I drift off from reality.

I regain consciousness in a dark alley. I have no idea how much time has passed. Hushed but urgent whispers echo off of the crumbling walls. "Tris! Good, you're awake. I'll get Four. We thought we lost you there. The bullet just grazed you though. Lucky." It was Uriah. Of course it was him. He is the only person who could use the word "lucky" under these circumstances. He must have gotten out when his brother did.

"Where are we? What happened?" I look down at my arm. There is cloth tied around my upper right bicep, drenched in what I assume to be blood. I bite down hard on my lip to prevent even the smallest pained sound from escaping me. Tobias must be worried, so I need to be strong.

I listen closely into the dusk and can make out popping sounds in the distance. We must not be too far from Evelyn and her lackeys. Why have we stopped? I feel a sudden sense of urgency to escape the alley and try to stand. I am caught firmly by my uninjured arm by Tobias.

"Not so fast, Tris. You're in no condition to do anything at the moment."

Not quite the heartfelt realization that I am still alive that I expected, but I should have known not to expect that of Four. And in this moment, in the middle of a run for our lives, that is all he is. Four.

"After everything I have been through, I think I can manage to escape certain death with a bullet wound in me. In fact, I'm fairly certain I have already proven that!" I spit out at him. Uriah hushes me.

Four's expression hardens, but only for a moment so that I almost miss it. He speaks directly to Zeke. "She's been through a lot today. We all have."

"We need to get going." I say sternly to the others. Four gives me one slight nod and tilts his head down the alley. We gather together quickly and I see that there are five of us: Zeke, Uriah, Cara, Four, and me. Christina is nowhere in sight. Before I can say anything, we take off running. I expect the worst. It is not until a few minutes later that I realize I have no idea where we are escaping to.