A/N: I decided to make this fic after reading Allegiant because there was just something in the ending that wasn't right which was how Tris' death was written and all, like she survived the death serum only to be killed by a few gunshots while David who has been shot by Nita a few days before the ending, gets shot by Caleb again and survives but yes, the ending has been written already and actually, props to Veronica Roth for writing one of the best YA book series in this generation and for being able to develop the characters, the storyline, everything, effectively in a span of three books also, thanks to her and Tris for teaching us to be more brave and selfless. Here's to a stronger Divergent fandom!
resurgent [rɪˈsɜːdʒənt]
adj.
rising again, as to new life, vigour, etc.
Tris' POV
David has been shot, Caleb and Matthew are now trying to crack the code that could put a stop to the memory serum from being spread to Chicago and then...I saw my mother...
She went near me, and gave me a hug, and spoke a few words to me, some moments, I thought I was going to die already and I have no problem accepting that fact because for one thing, if I do die, I'd die a hero, a selfless hero who has saved the entire Chicago from having their memories erased, from being confined into the city once more and that is something that my parents would be proud of, especially after I chose the somewhat selfish decision to move to Dauntless on Choosing Day.
"Beatrice...it's not your time yet..." mother said with a soft voice
"Wh-what do you mean mother?" I asked her, "I already saved the city, and now, David just shot me at an angle that would definitely kill me."
"You may have changed factions, gone into various fights but you did it all for selflessness sake, you are still worthy for a second chance...a resurgence..." mother said, in a soft voice once more.
"Mother...mother...wait..." I spoke as everything turned white. Soon I found myself feeling as if my body has been frozen into place or something...I could feel the pain presumably from the wounds that came from the bullets that David shot on me...I couldn't tell. Soon I heard voices.
"Hurry! Hook on the IV to her!" a voice said, "Make sure we do not lose her!"
"Yes sir!" another voice said
"And get her vital signs!" the first voice said, "We have to take her to the OR! On the double!"
I knew that I was definitely back in the land of the living now but I do not know if I'd last through the operation upon hearing the words that the voices spoke, it seems that I'm probably experiencing a serious condition.