Chapter 11
Tobias
The ground is hard and cold beneath my knees. I can't handle seeing Tris's lifeless body in Zeke's arms. I pause for a second and think. I don't know that she's dead, nobody has said that she is. That instant I jump to my feet, and run towards the approaching group. They all give me worried looks as I approach. This can't be good.
"Is she…" I ask, barely able to get the words out of me without chocking. "She's alive, but we don't know what's wrong with her," Zeke says setting Tris down gently on the ground. I let out a deep sigh of relief. I crouch beside her. She still looks like my beautiful Tris. But different. Her skin is deathly pale, her blonde hair glowing against it. She hast deep set shadows beneath her eyes. How did I let this happen to her?
"I hope that this will enlighten us," Christina says, holding up a blue file. She opens it and peers through the pages. Her expression suddenly hardens, a look of terror washing over her face like a giant wave. "What is it?" I ask walking over to her. "I don't know. According to this Tris is heavily sedated, but I can't understand why," Christina says quietly. Cara comes over and takes the file out of Christina's hand, deeply examining in the way only a former Erudite would.
In the distance, I can hear voices approaching. "We need to go!" I whisper. I run over to Tris and gently pull her body into my arms. I carry her to the truck, and set her down in the back seat. Christina, Zeke and Cara pile into the truck, and Zeke climbs into the driver's seat. Matthew doesn't follow, he just stands there staring at something. "Matthew!" Christina shouts from my side. He turns to face us.
Dozens of men in black come rushing from around the corner. They fire blindly at us, but the bullets don't get to us. They hit Matthew instead. His body stiffens and slumps to the ground, a dark pool of blood growing around his head. I swallow deeply. "Zeke, we have to get out of here!" I shout to him. He nods and starts the truck, driving at speed away from the vast amount of bullets that are fired towards us. Within minutes we are miles in front of the men, and in the distance I can see them retreating.
I sit with Tris's head on my lap, gently stroking the soft blonde hair on her head. It takes nearly an hour for us to arrive back to the Dauntless headquarters, and as we pull up by the entrance, I pick Tris's body up and carry her thorough the door. Trying to forget the death of Matthew, a man loyal to us, a man loyal enough to risk his life to save Tris. I owe him so much. I sigh and continue to walk to the infirmary.