AN: Hey guys! I'm back! I'm really enjoying writing this fanfic, and I hope you guys have fun reading it. I absolutely adore Shauna, and it upsets me that there's almost no fanfics that have Shauna as the main character, so I decided to write one. I've gotten lots of kind messages and reviews sent to me about my first chapter, and I wanted to thank you guys so much. It really does mean a lot to me considering that I thought nobody would read it in the first place. Anyways, I'll stop talking for now. Enjoy the chapter! :)

Chapter 2

After Tris and I are done talking, the door slams open. All the heads turn towards the south end of the room where an ugly, old woman dressed in a dirty piece of cloth that barely covers up anything(if you know what I mean) stands.

Her grey irises are full of nothing but cruelness, and hatred. Just taking a small glance at them sends waves of cold shivers down my spine.

She is silent as she grabs one of the dauntless children and shoots them in the head. My heart stops as I see the small child fall to the floor, lifeless with a hole in its head.

Tris doesn't hesitate as she runs over and throws a punch to the woman. For a second I think we may have a chance, but as soon as the woman shoots her in her arm I know there's no hope left.

Since I've pretty much decided that I'm going to die no matter what in this situation I have one last idea, so I break a piece of the glass from one of the oddly shaped mirrors on the wall.

The woman is too busy being distracted by the satisfaction of killing and injuring two dauntless, that she doesn't notice me sprinting up ready to stab her.

I close my eyes when I dig the sharp metal into her wrinkly skin, because unlike her I am not sadistic, but the strangled irking screams tell me that I've succeeded.

I don't look back as I sprint out the door with Tris and Uriah on either side of me. Although I'm panting I manage to spit out, "Zeke." And they nod because they know what I mean.

Once we get down the hall, the earsplitting alarm rings and the soldiers are everywhere. They probably didn't hear about the crazy factionless woman trying to attack us, so they think we're just all escaping.

We pass a window, and Uriah is the one to kick it out. We each take one last glance of the chaos behind us, before we jump through the shattered window.

I thought it would be better outside, but it's not. In fact, it's actually worse. All I see is guns, blood, and bullets. It's truly traumatizing when Christina who is behind us, lets out a blood curdling scream and falls to the ground, dead.

I turn back for a second, in complete heart ache, but I don't for that long because Tris manages to drag me along with her before I join Christina.

I look around for a place to escape and I see a train. I'm filled with pure contentment when I realize that they haven't had time to shut them down yet.

Uriah must notice it too because he drags Tris and I with force in that direction. We all dash to the train and look for entrances. It's been a while since we've been on one.

Once one is near, I leap and seize one of the metal hand bars in my palm. I squeeze it with satisfaction, and relief that I still know how to do this.

I don't waste any more time when I roll onto its hard, murky floors. When I take a look behind me Tris is already holding on to the metal bars, and Uriah is close behind.

Tris and Uriah are soon sitting next to me, and all you can hear is a symphony of heavy breathing, and panting. I didn't focus on it until now, but Tris's arm is still bleeding, and Uriah's ankle is covered in scratches and cuts from kicking the window.

"Tris? What are we going to do about your arm?" Uriah questions."

"Nothing, I'll be fine." Tris responds.

"No Tris, you're bleeding, and you have a bullet wound that goes straight through your arm." I state.

I pick up her skinny pale arm and examine the wound. "Tris, what if it gets infected?" asks Uriah.

"Well we are going to the hospital, so maybe we can steal some supplies." I suggest

."I guess it's the only plan we've got". Says Uriah.