It was a dark and cold night, the stars hidden behind big black, brooding storm clouds. Tris, Four and Christina were on patrol at the main entry point of the fence. The fence that kept their city safe. Beyond the fence were the Amity farms, which supplied the city with fresh foods. The farms streached on for what seemed like, forever, untill there was a point where everything just stopped. The lushious green grass, and fields stopped. After that, there was just a waste land of destroyed buildings from the war. The war which destroyed most of the world.
This was the first time Tris had patrolled the fence. Her normal job was to train the newcomers, or the initiates. But because the choosing cerimoney wasn't fpr another half a year, she needed something to do to pass the time.
"It looks so scary, beyond the fence" Christina whispered, as if not wanting to admit her fear.
"Yes it does. I wander if anyone lives out there, or if there are other countries that have survived. Or are we the only ones?" replied Four.
They were all silent. Nothing much ever happened at the fence, so there were only few guards needed. Even though they knew that nothing was going to happen, they kept their full attention out on the farms.
In the far distance, Tris noticed some car headlights. This isn't right she thought, its too late for more deliverys. The sound of the approching car was loud, but the three Dauntless guards all noticed the yelling and screaming. They could see shadows running towards the fence. The quickly clambered down the old, rusty ladder, and stood in a line, trying to asses the situation. A figure ran up to them, looking like a frightened doe, trying to escape a hunter. It was a girl, about the same age as Tris. She had dark hair, and was wearing extreemely strange clothes. She looked around her wildly.
"Where am I?" She sobed. There was something starange about her. SHe didn't have the same accent as them, as the people in the city. The girl then passed out, just as the car pulled up beside them.