This may be a rather short story, but it could build into something. . .more. Depending. Let me know what you think.

This is a WARNING that it will get GRAPHIC. It'll be gory, and probably dark.

I've been wanting to write a zombie apocalypse Chicago with the Divergent characters for a while now- It takes place or starts during the war on Abnegation.

There will be romance of course! It sucks that you can only have a limited number of genres cause there's a bunch that zombie story's can go under.

Reviews, favorites, follows and everything are a super encouragement and I can't wait to take this bloody, gut filled adventure with you all.

[Day Zero]

\\Eric/

Eric could see the bloody face pressed against the shatter-proof window, the eyes wide and crazy, the tongue licking obscenely at the glass, leaving a bloody trail wherever it went. He sits plastered against the leather seat of the large black armored vehicle with his face peering listlessly out at the deadened creature trying to paw it's way in.

His breath hot against the glass, steaming it up and the creature licks furiously, clanking it's teeth at it as though it's trying to eat his every exhale through the thick window. Eric can feel his entire body covered in a thin layer of sweat and his clothes sticking to him, he holds his pistol relaxed at his side although it's already been emptied of it's magazine.

Otherwise he would roll the window down and jam his gun in the opening and fire a bullet into the damned creatures gaping mouth.

Finally Max finds his voice, shaky, hollow and breathless from the front seat, he turns pressing his palm to the steering wheel to check on the younger Leader of Dauntless. "How's your foot?" He asks Eric, who, remains silent and brooding, un-answering.

He wonders why they haven't driven off yet, why they sit here listening to the screams and growls of what he thinks is people and or the ones that aren't quite people anymore. Eric taps the glass and watches as the milky white eyes of what used to be a Dauntless female he knew flick aimlessly around frantically her teeth chattering together as if she's cold.

From all over the vehicle there are dull thuds. and scraping noises the fists and claws beating uselessly against the vehicle meant to withstand explosives and gunfire. The most they do is shake it, like they can topple it over and for the moment Eric thinks they're just driving down a dirt road to Amity, or something, and the wheels run over a loose rock or gravel and bumps, but, he knows better because the vehicle hasn't started yet.

Tris had shot him in the foot, after he held Four at gun point. Divergent. That's the least of their worries now. Divergent. Nothing but a problem that didn't even need fixing and now look at what's happened. Dauntless and Abnegation both as good as gone, and that's if there are even any people left. No telling what will happen to the rest of the city if they can't contain this in one sector.

Eric stretches his leg out over the length of the back seats and scrutinizes the bloody gaping hole in the lip of his boot, he doesn't even try to move his toes as the bullet had gone right through the fleshiest part of his foot an inch above them. The blood oozes out from the top and the bottom thick and slow, the entire front portion of his size 11 boot is slick with the dark liquid.

Must still be in shock, he thinks because he doesn't feel any of the pain. There is no pain yet but he knows to expect it later. If there is a later. They could head back to Dauntless, hold it up. Barricade every entrance and tend to the wounded and regroup, but no they need to get Jeanine to Erudite.

Max repeats himself but his tone is slightly panicked.

Eric turns his head to focus on the older leader. His face is sunken almost pale for someone with such dark skin, eyes bulging out of their sockets and there's something frantic there, pleading. The older leader pushes further to turn almost all the way around in his seat, the tendons in his neck bulging as though if he strained hard enough he could get Eric to speak.

Eric knows it must be the older man's need for confirmation that someone is still with him. That he isn't alone in the closed space with dozens of what used to be fellow Dauntless trying to claw their ways through the metal frames and bite at their flesh.

But Eric doesn't answer. The only thought in his head while he stares at Max is: What have we done? What the fuck have we done?

\\Four/

Four heard something shrill, like a woman shrieking. Something had him by the leg. He shoots a fast glance at Tris at the top of the stairs in what used to be his childhood Abnegation home before he gets dragged down, his elbow making a sickening crack against the concrete stair as he falls..

He flails his leg, rolling onto his back, but the iron grip on his ankle is unrelenting. Four brings the heel of his other boot down hard on whatever holds him, Tris grips his arm digging her nails into his skin in an attempt to help him up the stairs. Her gun slung uselessly over her shoulder along her back, having used all her ammo.

Four maneuvers his pistol between his knees and takes a deep breath fires a single bullet on the exhale into the snarling face of an Abnegation woman, and he makes no attempt to put a name to the face. I've just shot her in the head, he thinks.

The Abnegation woman, tangled hair matted with blood and a large gaping wound on her shoulder where something had torn open her flesh, demented all white-milky eyes as though they've rolled to the back of her head. The flash of the gun imprints her face into his memory, he can't help but recognize her.

He watches as the blood, brains and dark matter splatters against the concrete wall behind her and she falls face down with a sickening crack as she hits the stair, her bony broken fingered hand dropping from his pant leg and he scrambles to get up the last remaining steps. Tris uses all her frantic strength to haul him up with her and even when he's up she doesn't let go of him.

Tris slams Four's bedroom door closed behind her and he jams his old desk chair up against the handle like he'd done a thousand times to keep his deranged father out- only this time, he thinks grimly, it's to keep something much worse out.

He couldn't believe there could be something worse than his father, and he didn't even know what. What is going on? What happened to everyone? Erudite. Erudite did this.

Four pants, dry heaving, leaned over with his shaking hands pressed against his knees. He swallows a few times, licking his dry lips, sure that he could keep everything down. Thanking himself silently for eating nothing more than a dinner roll the night before. He knew what was to come, but nothing- no, he had no idea.

"Four." Tris calls softly her voice breaks.

He turns his head still panting heavily, to get a hold of his constitution to see her wide eyed, she covers her mouth quickly, squeezing her wide brown eyes shut as though she's trying not to scream or cry. He knows she looked out the window, but instead of going to look at what she saw he strains his ears to listen, through the screaming outside at the noises coming from right behind the door, he can hear them downstairs.

Footsteps clutter. He registers the moaning, hissing, screeching sounds, glass breaking and gunshots ringing through the walls outside, straight into his skull as if it was just that one gunshot on the stairs echoing in his mind over and over. His stomach rolls and he clamps a hand over his mouth as he retches. Four looks back at Tris and he thought for sure she looked paler and scared shit-less.

He was sure he looked the same.

\\Jeanine/

"Jeanine." One of the fellow Erudite screeches. His voice falls on deaf ears. She can hardly make out a sound, her lips part only to allow her rapid breathing as she gazes through wide unblinking dry eyes at the screens around her. She clamps a hand over her mouth as a shudder rips through her torso, the beginning of a scream.

A flurry of movement around her as Erudite frantically scramble to gather up anything they can use to protect themselves. All Jeanine can do is watch as carnage plays out on each screen, rotating to show her every angle. Everywhere she looks people are being torn to shreds, innards splayed over the freshly cut grass between the monotonous Abnegation houses.

The splatter of dark splotches plastered over the gray concrete and lush green grass. Bodies, parts of bodies, the dead dragging themselves across the ground. People flailing under hordes of others as they tear into them, leaving them nothing but mush and mass. Abnegation, hurdling over people, their once gray clothing torn, ripped and bloodied, and their once stoic unfeeling faces ravenous, vicious, wide eyes and teeth bared.

Dauntless running fleeing or, firing endless rounds into crowds that don't stop coming. The bullets incinerating them and yet they continue until shot in the head or completely decimated. Those that aren't already among the unknown kind barricade themselves inside houses, or scramble onto the flat rooftops.

We are in Abnegation. Right now. Jeanine thinks and then like that realization floods her system she can suddenly hear again. Hear the bloodcurdling screams and gunshots not through the monitors but just outside their flimsy setup. "Jeanine!" An Erudite female screams. "JEANINE!"

It's too late. When Jeanine turns she has just enough time to raise her arm as a crazed un-Dauntless lunges at her from the torn tent door. The creature has her by the wrist in a tight fleshy grip. She can feel the brittle nails digging into her skin, and the weight of him pushes her back till they crash against the console.

She empties her lungs in one giant scream as the Dauntless leans in to take a bite out of her, those white milky eyes rolling around in it's skull. Clear stream of snot running down under its nose and a foamy froth around it's mouth and gums, rimming it's pearly white teeth.

Then it gets wretched away from her, the nails create a streak of fresh crimson along her arm as it scratches deep into her skin. Falling, dropping dead backwards with a knife protruding from the back of it's skull. Jeanine blinks at it and then cradles her injured arm to her chest, her hand applying pressure against the steady trickle of blood that runs down her elbow. No pain. Not yet.

"Are you hurt?" Asks an Erudite male, his glasses slightly broken and crooked over his nose. His eyes travel over her and all she can do is shake her head, No. She moves her mouth but is unable to utter a coherent word. Which is unusual for her, as the representative of Erudite. She's the smartest person in the city, she knows how to talk.

The gravity of the situation weights down on her. What went wrong? The mindless drone serum worked many times before. They tested it. It worked. What is all this? Why have the denizens of Chicago become ravenous beasts? She should have the answers, she should know this. This isn't their fault. This is not Erudite's fault.

The sound of boots incoming snaps her head up towards the entrance and Max, followed by Eric walks into the tent, brushing the shredded door to the side. Both of them glare directly at her, guns in hand. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. She thinks over and over. I can fix this. I can fix it.

"We've got a vehicle outside. Hurry." Max hollers gesturing for Jeanine to move. "We'll fortify Erudite with our remaining troops, send a message out to any survivors and the remaining factions to seek refuge and barricade themselves. We need to keep the electricity running through the city. Re-establish the government, keep it from collapsing. We can contain this after we regroup."

Max sounds smarter than her at the moment. His tone is military and firm. He's taking control of Erudite and all Jeanine can do is nod. Her mind racing through the formula, the serum they used to take control of Dauntless' minds, of almost Max's entire faction.

What happened here couldn't have been because of my serum, she thought. It's just not possible.

Eric grips her forearm tightly and she flinches at his vise-like hold, his fingers curl around the sleek dark blue fabric of her blouse as he hauls her towards the door. It would seem like he want's to break her arm. They need me, She thinks, they think I can fix this. I can.

She trips once over her high heels, and she steps purposefully trying to regain her composure although her sharp heels dig into the soft soil with every step and she has to pull her legs to get them out. Eric's walk is labored, and he limps occasionally and Jeanine knows he is injured. She steals a glace at his foot and see's the gunshot wound.

Despite that she feels safe, the leaders of Dauntless know how important she is. If anyone in the city can do something about this it's the Leaders of Dauntless and Jeanine. At least that's what she thinks.

Her eyes then travel over the distance, not even a mile away at Abnegation. I didn't do this. She thinks over and over staring wide eyed at a lone Dauntless girl huddled over the body of a fallen comrade, holding him close to her as though mourning the loss, her form moving back and forth like she's crying, rocking him.

The girl pulls her head back and Jeanine realizes she's not holding him, shes devouring him.

She tilts her head at the lightening sky, it's just barely morning. The sun just barely creeping its way up past the hills between the rows of monochrome houses, the blood trickles down her mouth, spilling over her chin and she turns her head sloppily in their direction, eyes focusing on nothing. The growl and guttural, feral sound rips from her body and the blood, whatever she was eating flies out of her mouth as she struggles towards them.

I didn't do this. Whatever this is, it isn't us.

\\Christina/

The moment she opened her eyes or thought she opened them, she felt an extreme drowsiness in her body as though she was just waking up from a long slumber. Not even a second before she can take in her bearings or register if she's standing of laying down a heavy weight crashes into her, the sound of snarling and snapping rips through her hollow ears as the creature gnaws at her, she holder her arm against his throat keeping his face just an inch from biting her nose off.

Christina blinks at the distorted face of an Abnegation man, his eyes a yellowing tint, red rimmed and unfocused. Spit flies out of his open mouth and his tongue hangs loosely only attached by a small portion of the pink flesh like he's bitten it on accident, blood dribbles forth and she turns her head so it can't catch her face.

Tori kicks the man off her and Christina can hear the crunch of his ribs against her boot as he gets thrown sideways, but the man scrambles reaching at her without even caring about his injury. Her pulse begins to race and a strong hand hauls her up she doesn't even have time to really breathe. "Chris we need to get the fuck out of here."

There isn't even a momentary thought for the newly Dauntless girl, she can't think straight just yet, the haze of her mind just barely catching up with her body. Even in a fear simulation these. . .Things, it's not even comprehend-able. There is no way a human mind could conjure up something like this, let alone to have a fear of it.

"What's going on?" Christina asks, not taking her eyes off the elderly Abnegation man crawling in jerky movements over the grass, clawing at her boots. He's missing a leg, she can see the white of bone protruding from the nub of his thigh. This mans mouth is almost torn completely open at the sides his jaw hangs loosely and instead of biting he tilts his head back and forth.

"Oh-god." She says as a burning feeling rises up her throat from the pit of her stomach. She clamps a hand over her mouth but too late and the retch shakes her entire body as the hot liquid bile comes pouring out, filling her palm, spilling through her fingers onto the grass not far from where the dead man lay continuously crawling.

Everything she ate the night before comes out and Tori hisses at her before gripping her shoulder and shoving her in a direction, any direction as long as they get moving and get the hell out of there. Christina stumbles and whips her hand to the side, slinging the chunks off her hand.

How did we get here? This is Abnegation. Christina thinks to herself as she follows Tori's waif-like form between the buildings, wiping her mouth on her jacket sleeve. They are on the edge of Abnegation, farther away from the truly abhorrent destruction and chaos but she can hear the screams not too far away. "Tori, where is Will?" Christina asks, panicked before spitting several times.

She stops and turns around frantically trying to look around and what she sees is a horrible sight to behold. A Dauntless girl, no- it's Mia someone she'd known, her head hangs loosely as though her neck is broken and she scuttles over the grass on her arms and legs spider like but one of her legs drags uselessly behind, broken and twisted at an odd angle.

A loud blast not far from them distracts it, as if drawn and more interested by noise and it turns in a different direction, completely deterred from her path towards Christina and a good thing too, because Christina stood there paralyzed by fear at the scene unable to move at all. What the fuck is going on? Are they dead?

She opens her mouth to yell for Will, she can't leave without him, she turns around to ask Tori to help her find will but Tori is gone. She whips her head around frantically looking for Tori or for Will or anyone that isn't bloodied or moving in strange jerky and or lethargic movements. Anyone that isn't creepy, dead eyed, and. . .Dead.

Christina shuts her eyes tightly trying to drown out the sounds around her, the scents, the horrible stench, the images of what she's just seen. I'm still asleep, this is just a horrible dream, she thinks to herself. I'm going to wake back up in my piece of shit cot in the Dauntless sleeping quarters. Then I'm going to get up and go to breakfast with Will. Fuck, we'll eat muffins. Raisins. I hate raisins. But i'll eat them.

When she opens her eyes everything is the same. She opens her mouth and screams loud and long till she has no breath left inside of her, till her body strains and her neck stretches, her veins about to pop and her eyes bulging out.

Dozens of milky white pupils jerk in her direction hungrily snarling and snapping their jaws, tilting their heads up as if they can smell her. They moan and shake, driven only by hunger, thirst, the instinctual desire and right now, they want to sink their teeth into Christina's swirly mocha skin and tear away at her flesh till there's nothing but bone.

\\Tori/

When Tori hears the scream at first she doesn't want to turn back. She wants to ignore the fact that she knew Christina had stopped walking, ignore that she didn't hear the sound of her boots clomping over the grass on her heels. It would be so easy. Tori could just break into a sprint and pretend like she didn't hear it. She already saw what was happening.

She didn't have to understand what was going on, she just needed to distance herself from all of it. She could run in the direction of the train tracks, anyone smart enough would. Anyone smart or with an inkling of common sense would run. Keep running until they were safe. Instinct. Self preservation.

Tori stops and rocks back on her heels. I can't leave her. I can't leave her. She spins on her heel and trudges quickly back over the distance she traveled and turns the corner of the plain square Abnegation abode. Christina stands still, motionless as about 5 or more of what used to be people begin descending upon her. They reach out hungrily clawing the air, or drag themselves over the ground leaving a trail of mess over the grass.

Tori ignores the forms, sure that she'd recognize any of them if they were in black, and grasps Christina by the hair, wrapping a fist full of the short brown locks around her knuckles. She knows she didn't have to, she could've grabbed her hand, or her wrist or fuck, even her arm but she wanted Christina to know that she was going to drag her away, it didn't matter how.

Christina lets out a low garbled scream as if she thought she were grabbed by one of them and Tori pulls her head back, turning her head around to see that Christina is sputtering, tears stream down her face and her lip is trembling. As soon as Christina sees its her she sucks in a sharp breath.

We're Dauntless. Tori thinks and nearly snarls and slaps the girl in the face but then she thinks, no one, absolutely no one couldn't be prevailed upon to shit their pants at this sight. There is not a person in the fence that could look upon this and not think the world cracked open right under Abnegation and hell came crawling out from the depths of the gray life-less monochrome.

As if Stiff's weren't already so stiff.

She drags Christina behind her and at first she thinks the girl won't go, but soon enough she begins to follow without being pulled along so Tori releases her. Together they cross over open spaces behind some of the houses back in the direction she's sure they came from. If we came by train, then we must have come from this direction. Tori thinks to herself. The fuck are we doing here anyway?

"I need to find Will." Christina's voice comes solid and stern, like she's going to go find Will, with or without Tori's help. Tori bristles at the thought of leaving the girl alone, and she knew alone wasn't the right word but it was what she thought because she wasn't sure through all that chaos if anyone was normal. At first she didn't think Christina was normal because she just stood there for a while and the creatures shambled around her.

Tori shakes her head to dispel the images and tune out the shrill shrieking just behind the houses. It's still a little dark out so Tori think's it might be early morning, because the sky is only just beginning to lighten. "You can't. If most of Dauntless become like. . .That. Who will protect the rest of the city? We have to get somewhere safe, re-group, then we can try to figure out what the fuck happened and maybe work out a way to get everything under control."

"But-"

"But fucking nothing Christina. Didn't you see that shit? Will is a man." Tori says towering over the small form of Christina, she gets right into her face, and she realizes that she's being far too mean but compared to what those things would do to her, this might as well be a marriage proposal. "If we die here, then we die in vain. If we die and become like that, then for all you know- look, we get to the tracks. . .And then we head. . ."

Christina doesn't argue, she just glares at Tori. She thinks for a good long moment staring into the girls hard brown eyes, before gripping Christina by the jacket collar, hoisting her near a building. She's not sorry, she's saving this girls life. In the back of her mind she hopes more of them get somewhere safe, she even hopes most of Abnegation got away.

They could go back to Dauntless, or they could ride to Amity where no doubt, refugees will be seeking shelter because they'd be welcome, but with how open it is, with only soft white picket fences whatever these things are could just overrun the place and Amity peace shitters would be up to their asses in biting scratching creatures trying to give them flowers or drugged bread.

They could go to Candor, the merciless mart, that place is bunker-ed down and they have a storage of weapons somewhere, they even have jail cells. She's not sure what the jail cells would be good for but her mind pictured they'd be good for something.

Candor is the closest by train and the best bet, Tori decides. "We're going to Candor."

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