A/N I decided to go back and edit this, you know, fix up the mistakes and all that stuff...
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but the plotline is MINE!
This chapter is in Tris' POV.
Chapter 1.
I stumble through the streets in a state of numb horror, as I can barely comprehend the sheer amount of bodies, both Abnegation and Dauntless alike that litter the beaten-up roads of my former faction. The one good thing about this moment is that I have Tobias here with me, so I don't have to suffer through this torture alone. I know this is a selfish thought, but I guess you can say that's why I left Abnegation. Suddenly, a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. Turning towards it, I feel as if my heart seems to stop when I recognize the face I see. Ignoring everything else around me, I run forward, muttering under my breath as I go, "No, no, no, oh God no!" The source of the movement is Christina. As I come to a halt before my friend's body, I fall to my knees. "Christina! Can you hear me?" I plead.
A soft groan escapes her bloodied lips, then, "Tris? Is that you?"
I feel my heart leap. "Yes! It's me! Just hold on let me help you-" I break off, having just noticed the deep red splotch darkening her shirt just above her stomach. Her blood is starting to pool on the cracked concrete, with the crimson puddle growing by the second. Even without any medical training, I know that once that puddle grew to a certain size, there is no going back.
Desperately I try to staunch the bleeding, though I know it was too late. Tears start to flow from my eyes, tracing wet paths down my cheeks. Choking back my despair, I manage to say, "Christina, please don't leave me! Please…" my voice fades away as sobs wrack my small body.
With the last of her strength, Christina pulls me closer to whisper in my ear, "Stay strong Tris. Dauntless needs you." With that she takes one last breath, closes her eyes, and falls still.
My hands shaking, I pound on her chest, attempting to get her heart beating again. A comforting hand falls on my shoulder and I turn around to see Tobias' dark blue eyes that send me the message loud and clear before he can even speak it aloud. "Tris, it's too late. I'm sorry but she's gone." Knowing it's the truth, I fold his muscular arms around me and try to erase the images from my mind. The brainwashed Dauntless army, my mother's dying moments, Will with the bullet through his skull where I shot him, my father's body, Tobias trying to kill me, the bodies lying in the streets, and now the newest addition to those morbid memories: my best friend's corpse. I know those images will be lodged in my memory forever, permanently burned into the insides of my eyelids. I can't cry about it now though, Christina was right. I must be strong, for the good of my faction. That is the brave thing to do.
I allow myself a few seconds of weakness as I wipe the tears from my face and take a moment to mentally prepare myself. There was too much work to be done to just breakdown now. "Come on; let's see who else is alive. We have to start somewhere." I say to Tobias, cursing in my head when my voice cracks. Without another word, we begin searching the bodies for survivors. I can't help but think how glad I am that Tobias is alive. Without him, I don't think I'd be able to find another reason to keep living.
A/N Hope that's better now! If you see any mistakes, feel free to pm me :)