Here's chapter 3! I couldn't just let Tris end like that in Allegiant, so here's my little version of the future :-) enjoy. Leave a review too.

Chapter 3

Tris

After Tobias leaves, it's nearly time for me to get ready and head to work. Christina and I work near the old Abnegation sector of the city in a office building that helps relocate people coming in from the fringe to the city. It is a pretty quiet job, hectic even at times, but I don't mind it at all. I work with a few familiar faces I've seen around all the factions and even Susan, Caleb's girlfriend works with us. Sometimes, the three of us have lunch in the cafeteria enjoying each other's company and conversations about the progress of the city.

It is a little strange being back here. It doesn't seem like a long time ago I was running for that first train into Dauntless, afraid I wasn't going to make it on. It's different. Better. But different.

As I walked the streets of Chicago, people are moving around me going toward their various destinations. I see a group of men near a building with red brick and cracked glass doors on top a truck trying to attract customers to buy their goods. From the looks of it, the truck bed is full of random assorted items like soaps, jeans, jackets, bushels of fruit, and to my surprise, ammunition. It doesn't take long for one of the city's new policeman dressed in black to come by and yell at them in harsh tones. The men can't be any older than early twenties and they hurry away before getting arrested. There have been tighter gun restrictions here now. While a few years ago, it was commonplace for anyone who aligned with Dauntless, the Allegiant, or Evelyn and her Factionless army to have guns, anybody who's not in law enforcement can get in a lot of trouble if they're caught with one.

As I make my way toward the bus stop, I see Christina, her dark, thick hair shining in the morning sunlight. She turns to me when she hears me approaching and smiles widely. She has on a crisp white collared shirt with dark blue jeans that hugged her body. Her usual black jacket is flung over her left shoulder as she dangled it on her fingertips. She has on her bright red lipstick that still reminds me of children's lips after eating candy. I'm not really too keen on makeup myself, but Christina is always prodding me to 'stand out'. I never really cared for standing out.

"Wow, you look pale. Paler than usual." She says her smile faltering being replaced with a slight frown.

"Good morning to you too, Christina." I laugh as I let a small boy with black hair and his mother go past me to the next street corner. "Same Candor mouth."

She rolls her eyes and says "I'm just saying. Are you okay?"

I pull Tobias' black sweater sleeves over my palms and press into the fabric with my fingers. "I'm a little light headed this morning. Threw up too. But I'm feeling a little better. This air is helping."

"What did you eat? Food poisoning?"

I shake my head. "No. I don't think it's that bad. I don't know. Maybe a bug is going around."

She nods slowly, still eying me carefully. She also gives me a look sometimes that Tobias does, like I'll vanish suddenly into thin air. It perplexes, annoys, and makes me sad all at once.

"I'm okay. I promise. Here comes the bus."

The bus was two minutes early this morning and as it pulled up to the stop, people all flooded out diverging into several lines and routes in the streets. A lot of them were people from the fringe, who had come to try to build a new life for themselves. It was curious to see some of them who had grown up there come to the city. Their eyes were wide and full of wonder at the tall edifices around us, the intertwining streets, and skeletons of what the city was before the war. It still amazed me at times.

Christina got on the bus first, waving her work badge to the driver. People who worked in government offices like Christina, Tobias, or me got to ride the buses for free. We were civil servants so we didn't have to worry about bus fare. However, since a lot of people were new here, Johanna, one of the city representatives allowed a six month leniency for everyone who moved here. It was kind of her.

As I stepped on and waved my own badge, I felt a churning in my stomach and I paused near the driver's seat. The driver look at me through his dark eyes curiously. He was a middle-aged man with dark skin that looked calloused around his hands. He must have come in from the fringe cause I had never seen him before, nor was he our regular driver.

"You okay, Miss?" He asked me, his voice slightly shaky and coarse.

I nodded and found my way to a seat next to Christina and sat down. The bus wasn't as full as usual and there seemed to be seats for everyone today. I touched my stomach gingerly as Christina shifted her left leg over her right thigh. She leaned her head back and sighed deeply.

"Another day at the office, huh?" She said speaking into the air with her eyes closed.

The bus began moving along the street, bumbling along the rough pavement. Once we got to Randolph Street, the bus came to a stop. A few folks got off and a few others got on. I saw a woman with a denim shirt and grey pants get on board. Her thick brown boots were caked with dried mud and hay. She must work near the old Amity farms or something.

Two more stops and Christina and I got off. Our building was still almost half a block's walk, but I enjoyed the exercise. The chilly spring air brushed through me and I shuttered a little. It felt good and calm against my forehead.

We made our way to work and entered the large glass doors of the Transition and Assistance Office. The atrium was small and had dark gray floors that distorted my reflection when I looked down. Phil, the security officer at the welcome desk waved to us happily as we entered. Christina smiled brightly at him and I grinned and waved. Phil was a former Dauntless soldier who guarded the gate when we were first initiated. He knew Tobias well and credited him for helping him getting the job here. Sometimes when Tobias would come here to eat lunch with me I would find him leaning against Phil's desk talking and laughing.

Christina and I made our way toward the elevators and waited behind a couple of people who worked down in the basement levels. The maintenance offices were down there and some others I didn't know much about. As the elevator dinged open, two very tall men in grey suits and white lab coats emerged. One of them had red-rimmed glasses that looked scratched in the lenses and on the stems. He had light wavy hair and thick eyebrows that scrunched together like he was constantly thinking. The other man had light coffee skin and thick lips that pursed together. He was bald and wore black eyeglasses that looked rather new. After they walked out of the elevator, behind them to my surprise was Cara, who's hair was up into a bun. She also had on a white lab coat over her blue blouse and matching skirt.

"Well hello there." She said brightly.

Christina embraced her into a hug and said "Cara! Where have you been? I haven't seen you in weeks."

I nodded and smiled at her as she looked at me with a small grin. Even though Cara had forgiven me all those years for killing her brother, we weren't exactly the best of friends, but we weren't enemies by any means either.

She sighed and said "I've been busy with work. We're trying to understand some of the serums that can grow crops more efficiently in order to feed more people. It's challenging. But Caleb and I are making great progress."

I felt my eyebrows raise at the mention of my brother. I hadn't seen Cara in a few weeks, but I haven't seen Caleb either.

"Tell him he should come see about his sister." I joke and Cara chuckles. The two men look around the atrium. The one with the black glasses adjusts his grey tie and clears his throat. Cara glared slightly at him and tapped her foot in a shiny black loafer on the gray marble.

"We'll be heading back now, Anthony. Don't be so hasty." She says. I laugh at little at her haughty appearance with her right hand on her hip.

"Caleb gets really obsessed with his work." Cara says pushing up her own wiry frames. "I'll be sure to pass along the message. Let's do lunch one day this week, yes?"

"Of course!" exclaims Christina and I nod in agreement.

Soon we were on the elevator heading to the fifteenth floor. I leaned against the cool metal wall near the floor controls. One of the overhead lights flickered and hummed loudly above us. Christina was eying me again and opened her mouth up as to say something, but didn't. As the car came to a halt, the doors opened to the narrow hallway with taupe colored carpet.

"Tris, have you…you know taken a—

But suddenly a small cylinder flew into the car with us. It was silver with linear grooves and depressions around it. Christina's eyes widened and I grabbed her as we dived out of the elevator. It was too late, the cylinder burst open and hissed loudly as thick, powder-like gas billowed out wildly through the hallway.

The smoke was blinding and smelled of burning rubber, chemicals, and…lavender. I felt Christina's body stiffen against me and she slumped to the floor with a small gasp. My own body became heavy, weighed down like each limb was submerged in gelatin. I felt my eyes water and my knees buckle. Before I hit the ground, the cloud of smoke dissipated slightly and a blurry figure appeared down the middle of the hallway. I couldn't hold on any longer as whatever was in the canister weighed my neck down and my cheek hit the floor.

Black boots came near my face.

Then nothing.

Well now! See you next chapter :-)