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Ew, this is not even 1,000 words.

November 31st- Shauna is 15 weeks pregnant. Tris is 8 weeks pregnant.

"Down! Down! Down!" everyone chants, the excitement of a new beginning gradually overwhelming them. Tris leans into Tobias's arm, a content look taking refuge on her face, and smiles widely at her close ones.

"You have done well, my dear. If only things had gone differently... I know your family would have been standing here proud of who you have become," Johanna speaks adoringly.

"Wait up, I'm still here, aren't I?" Nikolai cuts in, raising a brow. Tris scoffs, raising a brow of her own, and everyone groans. Whenever the siblings both raise a brow, a stare down takes place. Tris begins to giggle, still staring into Nikolai's eyes, and he starts to fidget, his eyes twitching.

"Stop that shit," Nikolai demands as the gang snickers. He screams in frustration, blinking, and breaks the eye contact. Tris stops giggling and squeals in delight.

"Motherfooking bitch," he whines and Tobias glares at him, "oh, hey, I think that's my girlfriend over there..." Nikolai jogs away.

"Does he even-" Will begins.

"No, he does not," Tris cut in, rolling her eyes, a hint of laughter laced in her voice. The gang chuckles, and a video appears on the fence. It was Matthew adjusting his glasses and he smiles brightly, his eyes twinkling. His hands are in front of him, and he begins to talk to us, signing stimultaneously.

"Hello. I will be one of your leaders, guiding you during your transition. I know many of you have questions, which is why I was appointed a leader. I can give you information about my dear city, Chicago. Joshua here-"

"Hi, guys!" Joshua murmurs in the background.

"-he's your leader also. We'll both be here to support you. Help you find your footing, what talents of yours will help you in Chicago, and how to survive. Tris and Chris, are your last two leaders," Cheers erupt from the crowd, "and there are buses waiting for you. The fence is coming down in 10 seconds. 9. 8." Everyone joins in, the excitement rising as the numbers go down.

"4. 3. 2. 1!" we all scream, the fence electronically crumbling, and what faces us are yellow buses.

"How many yellow buses are there?" Uriah speaks in awe.

"Well, since our whole population is about 3,000, and these buses can hold up to around 50 people at a time, and keeping in mind that around half of us are staying here, there's probably thirty or more buses here for us," Will rambles, a soft smile overtaking his features.

"You really like doing that, don't you, 'Nose'?" Zeke teases.

"Of course," Will laughs, running a hand through his blond hair. People start to say goodbye, making promises that they'll come down and visit every so often, and the crowd begins to dwindle in size as children, ladies, men, and the elderly begin to pile into the buses, holding their prized possesions, all eager to see the outside world. The people staying behind begin to go back to their house, smiling and chatting.

"It's beautiful to see all the factions agreeing on things for once," Sarah mutters, her eyes taking in every aspect of the scene.

"What are you guys going to do with that land in between them and us?" Shauna asks, looking at me.

"That's up to the public. It could be transformed into roads; it can be used for our purposes only; anything," I answer, watching as each yellow bus drives away, signifying the commence of a new beginning.

"I want to live in the city," Hector thinks aloud.

"Me too," Uriah interjects.

"Me three," Amar says, smiling at Tobias.

"Me Four!" Everyone groans, smiling, and roll their eyes at Tobias. He chuckles.

"We should live in the city. Plus, our stuff is packed already!" Christina murmurs. I shake my head, raising a hand.

"Mine isn't," I whine.

"Oh, it is," Shauna responds cheekily. I huff, and glare at a grinning Christina.

"Oh, it wasn't just me! Four packed it too!"

"Whoa, don't drag me under the bus! You literally threatened me with your hair products!" We all laugh, watching as the remainder of the yellow buses drive off too.

"We'll leave in a few hours; Matthew's sending another bus for us," Uriah informs us, his phone in hand. We make our way back to Dauntless, chatting about the future.

"I want to work in areas that involve fighting," Lynn speaks.

"Yeah, I can't imagine a job where I can't do the stuff I did here," Hector agrees.

"Y'all could be a police officer, could still work in computing, you can still work in shops, and all that stuff," George tells us, and we immediately begin to talk about our options.

Well, Chicago; what do you have in store for us?

Oh, look at that! I managed to get this out before August even started, wahey! I think this story is basically finished now. I can just write an epilogue. I have some ideas for that already. But I want y'all to contribute. You've stuck with me through both stories. This epilogue is one where I want to incorporate people's ideas. Marriages, jobs, children, and all that shiz. Do any of our favourite couples split? Does anyone die? Tell me! I'm thinking of a five year skip... any objections? Till later, BooksLover2000...