Four's POV (I know I've been writing a lot of Four/Tris POV!)

Fear Factor is a lot like Face Your Fears. But we've already gone through it. First round was skydiving, second round lying in a tank of snakes and round three was a hard-core obstacle course. I won my division, Tris won hers, Uriah won his and Marlene won hers. What a coincidence, all from our gang.

Now it's the Survival Show. It's bound to be a little harder. They said that there's gonna be 3 rounds, we can work in teams and the winner is determined by who survives the healthiest within the 1 day and one night we are given. Being in a team straightaway gives you the advantage and this game is all about strategy. I'm obviously teaming up with Tris, the awesome survivor and the even more awesome gf. Uriah with his bro, Marlene with Lynn and Wil with Chris.

It's starting tomorrow. Tris and me have been reading up on tips etc but to be honest I really don't think we need them. We survived Dauntless, cmon.

~~the next day at the Survival Show~~

"Welcome! I'll be your host for Survival Show..and I believe that we've met? I'm Carl, I hosted your Face Your Fears. Dauntless?" God, it's over-enthusiastic Carl.

"Hey Carl!"

"I thought so...anyway, you all go into copies of the exact same terrain, with the same resources. 1 day and 1 night is all you get to prove to us that you are surviving the best. Good luck!"

We go into a dry field, marked with drying plants and stones. There's the occasional cave I see in the distance but nothing much else. Tris and I venture deeper.

"Wow. Talk about a never-ending perimeter," I say.

"We need to find food, water and shelter. And wood," Tris says, ignoring my lame attempt at a joke. I stare at her.

"Wood?"

She rolls her eyes. "For fire, idiot."

Man, she thinks that she's ugly. She's not. I try to tell her that every time but she won't listen. Her blonde, stringy hair flowing to one side in the gentle breeze. Her concentrated eyes. She's wearing camouflages now, like me and her eyebrows are relaxed from insulting me. Not that it hurts me or anything.

Snap out of it, Tobias.

"Uh, yeah! Let's hit it!" I squeak nervously. She narrows her eyes.

"What's happening?"

"Uh there's a scary looking animal behind you."

She flicked around in a second, raising her arms by instinct of holding a gun. When she sees nothing, she turns to face me...and I'm laughing. Hard.

"Oh man, you're so gullible!" I say between by laughs.

She slaps my arm and we move on. We find an orchard of fruit trees, and decide to make shelter there: it's a good food source and it's shady. I feel the sun beating down on me and feel beads of sweat trace their way down my back, my arms, my legs. I can tell Tris is exhausted and sweltering by the tightness of her shoulders, her furrowed eyebrows, the way her legs work like every step drains her.

I touch her arm. "Hey, you should get some rest. Build a shelter. I saw a stream a little ways upstream just now. I'll get water."

By her Stiff instincts she starts to protests but thinks of the way her legs are dying, her whole body sweating like hell. She sighs. "OK."

"I love you," I say, trying to cheer her up. She smiles weakly.

"Love you too."

I hike in the direction of the stream, north. I grab a hollow log that acts like a bottle, with a closed bottom and open top, and fill it with the clean stream water before hiking back to my Tris. I see that she has built a simple shelter out of stray wood and a bunch of huge leaves. Not ideal but we'll live.

She eyes my water-log and stares at it hungrily. I shrug and pass it to her, and she gobbles at least half of it down. She looks embarrassed and I laugh.

"Come on, let's pick some fruits and relax," I say. She laughs. It's impossible to relax- this is the place where the wild things roam free. But all the same we pick some fruits foreign to me- a mango I think- and sit down in the kinda big shelter that Tris built. The sun is setting. I go up to the stream one more time to refill and then we crash for the night.

~~the next day~~

I wake up to the sound of a helicopter. It's spiralling above us. After watching 'The Hunger Games', I'm seriously freaked out by any machine that looks hovercraft-ish and flies. I wake Tris up frantically. She yawns.

"Urgh, what is it Tobias?" she groans.

I point to the helicopter. "Ya think it's coming to pick us up because we're as good as dead?"

She rolls her eyes- she's familiar with my recent 'Hunger Games' addiction. She snaps her fingers in front of my face. "To-bi-as. You see this?" she motions to our surroundings. "This is reality. Hunger Games is fiction. OK?" she speaks to me like a little child, and I can't help but laugh. She knows just how to cheer me up. I slap her arm.

"Relax, Tobs. It's probably coming to pick us up cause our one-day-one-night thing is over. Jeez," she says. Right on cue, the helicopter lands and Carl himself steps out.

"Congrats, Four and Tris! You survived the harsh environment called 'Periculo Locum', latin for 'danger area'. Let's go get the others and we'll be on our way," he says, and motions to the helicopter. I reluctantly step inside, and Tris pushes me in before stepping in herself.

"Four, you have survived the danger area," I say to myself before dozing off into pleasant retreat.

Hope ya liked it! This is my first 'Survival Show' chapter. Think I should do more?

-blacksilver17