Five miles in and we're walking down the empty streets, no sign of life in sight. I didn't hear where the scout said they were exactly, but the only place that would hold a large group of people would be the Center Square, which is right in the middle of Abnegation.

The night is quiet. It reminds me of what my life used to be like. My old faction lived life silently. Now this part of the city is empty, abandoned. The ones not dead have either joined forces with Jeanine and the factionless, or they have found sanctuary with Amity.

Lara hasn't been seen or heard. We made good time, but I don't know. I feel eons out of my league. The responsibility that has been placed on me feels too heavy for me to carry.

"Chris, we need to surround them," I say. "My guess is that they're in the Center Square. I want you and half our men to go around and come at them from the opposite side."

"Do you think the guards are down?" she asks.

"Hope so."

None of our men have crossed our path, which should have happened. If they had taken care of the guards they would have sent a flare, or the scout would've come back.

"So how far is the Square from here?" Uriah questions, shining a light on the map in his hands.

"One mile north," I say.

"Okay," Chris says, determination setting a flame in her brown eyes.

I half listen as she divides the soldiers up. My main focus is on the dark streets, the crumbling buildings. Something feels...off, like we're walking into a trap.

The only advantage we have is the element of surprise and I'm afraid we might have lost it. David warned us there were more of them than us. They have more ammunition as well. If we lose the element of surprise, then we basically just signed up for a suicide mission.

Up ahead, I hear a soft cracking sound. It was sharp like the breaking of a stick. We have no lights, which means I can only see a couple of feet in front of me. Which means I might as well be blind.

Straining to hear what the sound might have been, I tune everything else out. I take a few steps away from the group, listening closely for...anything.

I rationalize what I could have heard. It's windy out, I could have misheard, or the sound could have carried from afar. I could be letting my paranoia get the best of me.

Searching the darkness, I detect nothing. I scan the area a few seconds longer. My back is almost turned when I hear whistling in the wind. It's fast, and then there's pain.

I feel myself stumbling, yelling.

A bullet clipped my ear. My yells get drowned out by others, and it has officially begun.

Dragging my gun from my waistband, I face the darkness that's now alight with people. Being in the front I get to see Jeanine's and Evelyn's army, running straight for us. Numerous bodies are scaling the sides of the buildings, hopping from roof to roof.

I fire my weapon, hitting two men. As fast as I can manage, I get off the street, pressing my back into a stone building. I press two fingers to my ear; both appendages come back sticky. I'm lucky to be alive. If I hadn't been moving, I'd have a bullet in my face.

I look up as soon as I've been spotted by a young teenage girl. In her palm, I think I see a small knife, which she raises her arm to throw. I'm faster; the bullet finds contact with her chest before the knife makes it out of her hand. I don't linger to watch her fall.

Throwing myself into the fray, I pull the dual switchblade Christina gave me out of my shoe. I snap it open, barely having time to dig it into an attackers stomach.

I ignore the sucking, wet noise the weapon makes when I pull it out of my victim's flesh. Five more faceless soldiers follow when through the darkness I see Uriah struggling with a large, broad shouldered man. He's got a hold of Uriah's neck with one meaty hand while the other is about to land a spiked club down on Uriah's head.

Sprinting, I fling the dual blade with precision. The muscled man slumps to the ground, my shiny titanium blade sticking out of his neck.

"I totally had it under control!" Uriah shouts, grabbing for his gun that had been flung to the side, presumably by the meat-head.

"Looked liked it!"

Hands wrap around my neck from behind, squeezing painfully. I ram an elbow into my assailant's gut, smiling when he grunts in response. The move wasn't forceful enough to free myself, but Uriah steps in, shooting the man in the back. Free, I run to retrieve my knife.

"I had it!" I tell Uriah.

"Whatever!" he replies, pulling the trigger on a woman who was shooting from a second story house.

The bodies are piling up. Our people and theirs.

Two sides mixing together like trail mix.

I cut and I slash for hours, or probably more like minutes, but it feels like hours and each kill leaves me more animal-like than the last. I can't think when I cut people open, or when I shoot them. I have to turn off that part of my brain and pray I'll be able to turn it on again when this is over.

Up ahead, Christina and Eric are fighting together, back to back. I attempt to go to them, but I'm stopped by a man sporting an eye patch. Edward.

He steps out of the shadows, seemingly appearing from nowhere. Brass knuckles decorate both hands.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," he says, over the roar of war.

Getting a better grip on my dual blade, I watch him step closer. "Sadly, I haven't got permission to kill you. Evelyn wants that particular honor."

I slash the air, stopping him from getting closer. He jumps back, an evil, smug smirk on his face. "So sassy," he says.

Disgusted, I raise my gun, ready to end him. I'm about to squeeze the trigger, but arms grab me from behind, dragging me into a house. The sneak attack catches me off guard, causing me to pull the trigger, the bullet shooting me in the foot.

My scream is not heard by anyone due to the sweaty palm covering my mouth. The inside of the assaulter's palm has been cut open; blood from the wound seeps into my mouth.

Edward follows us, his smirk never faltering.