"EMILY! Emily, wake up!" I rubbed my eyes sleepily and looked at Uriah standing over my bed. "Uri, wha-" I yawned, unable to finish my sentence. "What's going on?" He looked absolutely terrified, his eyes wide with panic. "The others, they're.. I don't know what they're doing but- You just have to see it. Come with me, quick," he said, a slight edge in his words. I got up and looked around for my shoes. "Here," he said, throwing them at me. "Hurry." From the way he acted you'd think there were enemies in the compound or something, but I knew Uriah would never be afraid unless he had a good reason to. He'd told me once that he only had five fears in the simulation, a fact he seemed very proud of. I quickly tied my shoelaces and got up. "Okay, what is it then?" I must admit I didn't really want to see the cause of his panic – if it frightened even Uriah, I didn't think I would handle it well – but I had to be brave now. He took my wrist and practically dragged me along through the corridors, half-running half-walking. "Uri where exactly are we going?" I asked, when I realized we were going in the direction of the main exit. "You know we're not allowed to-" He cut me off with a sharp 'sssh!', suddenly stopping to look around the corner. His whole body was tense, and I could hear faint sounds coming from the hall. This was the thing he was so scared by. It had to be. But did I want to see? I didn't really have a choice. Uri tugged on my arm, motioning for me to see for myself. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, and as I opened them, I saw something that was not so much scary as it was strange. All the Dauntless, initiates and members alike, were marching out the front door. They all had guns slung over their shoulders and for a moment I thought it might be some huge paintball game no one had told us about.. But then I saw their faces. They were blank, with empty, staring eyes, as if they were sleepwalking or something. None of the usual vibrant energy surrounded them, and they moved in unison, as if something – or someone – was controlling their bodies. I drew back behind the wall and looked at Uriah in horror. "What is this?" I whispered, suddenly terrified the sleepwalkers would hear me. He looked at me with an expression that showed exactly how I was feeling. Confused, shocked, but something else as well, something that might be best described as curiosity. Like me, he wanted to know what was going on just as much as he wished he never seen it. "I don't know," he said weakly. "I woke up to noises and when I looked around I saw all of them just.. marching out of the dorms. I followed them for a bit to where they got guns, then came back to get you.. I think we're the only ones awake." This puzzled me for a moment. How come we weren't going with them? Was it because I wasn't a true member? I mean, yes I had made it through initiation, but somehow I still didn't feel like I belonged. I always felt slightly different from the people crowding these corridors, bursting with laughter and energy, ready to do yet another reckless but fun activity. Was I still not Dauntless? This almost scared me more than the current situation – I wanted nothing more than to belong here.. But then I thought, Uri was the most Dauntless person I'd ever met, so that couldn't be it, right? I snuck another look at the marchers, the last of whom had now almost left the building. It didn't matter why we were awake, what mattered was that we were probably the only ones who could stop this – whatever it was. With a look of determination I turned back to Uriah. "What are we going to do?" He grinned, not his usual beaming happiness, but enough to make me feel better about everything. "Follow them of course!" As scary as this all was, it was still an adventure and he wouldn't be Uriah if he wasn't a bit excited by this. "They can't really see us anyway, so it should be easy to follow them," he said, and before I knew it he'd turned the corner and walked into the hall. I hurried after him, afraid to be left alone in the eerily empty compound. "Not so fast Uri!" I hissed. Who knew, there might be some stragglers, and we weren't entirely sure they wouldn't notice us. I froze as I suddenly heard footsteps coming up behind us. There was no place to seek cover in these empty halls – whoever it was would surely see us and we'd probably be in a lot of trouble, if not danger. The footsteps came closer, rounding the corner and I squeezed my eyes tight shut. Please don't let it be a walker, please let us be safe, please don't let them see us.. But then a voice broke through the silence, and my heart leapt with joy. "Emily? Uriah? What's going on?" I turned around to see our former instructor Four. Never had I loved a person more than right now – and considering I had loved him from a distance for a long time now, I hadn't even thought that was possible. I smiled shyly, unable to speak. He always had this effect on me, I never knew what to say or how to act when he was around. Luckily Uri had no such trouble so he started to explain. "The Dauntless, they're all marching and they've got guns and they're like, sleepwalking, so they can't see us, but they were all going out and we don't know where they're headed so we wanted to follow them and-" Four raised his hand. "Enough, Uriah. While I admire your courage, it would be unwise to go after them now." His face was grim and I had a feeling he knew more than he was letting on "Four? Do you know-" I started in a timid voice, but the look in his eyes said more than he would. He knew what was going on, and it was terrible, because I had never seen him look this close to fear. "Come with me." At this, he turned and started walking back towards the corridors. "But what about the Dauntless? Where are they going? Shouldn't we just go see?" Uriah persisted, going after him at half-pace. Four simply ignored these questions and led us to an empty dorm. When we were in, he locked the door and finally faced us. The fear I had seen earlier had completely disappeared, replaced by a very grave impression. "Listen to me. The Dauntless are under the control of Erudite. They're going to the Abnegation sector and eh, take care of some problems those two factions have been having. You can't let anyone know you were awake when they get back – you can't even tell them you weren't there. Your acting is going to have to be very good if you want to survive the next couple of days. It's going to be hard for them when they wake up, and it's up to you to blend in to the crowd. Understand?" We nodded, but I still felt like he hadn't told us everything. "What is this problem our faction is going to resolve? Couldn't they handle it themselves?" It was rare for Dauntless to interfere with trouble inside the city – we mainly guarded the fence and, you know, jumped off things. Four let out a short, mirthless laugh. "Well, they wouldn't want to get their hands dirty – besides, all the books in the world couldn't teach you to properly aim a gun." I gasped, finally realizing what he meant. I felt Uriah stiffen beside me, his eyes filled with hate. "Bastards," he growled, and I whole-heartedly agreed. He stalked over to the other side of the room and let out a muffled scream of frustration as he started destroying a pile of empty crates to vent his anger. He must feel so helpless.. Uriah might be tough, but he wanted nothing more than to protect others, and right now there was no one left to protect. I felt tears coming on at the thought of our faction – our friends! – shooting innocent people, not even knowing what they'd done until it was too late. "Why?" I managed to squeeze out in a high, pitiful voice. "Why?" I saw Four's face soften as he lightly reached out and gripped my shoulder. "You have to be strong now, okay?" I looked into his eyes – I'd never known they were such a majestic blue – and nodded. "Okay." I sounded a bit stronger, pressing back my tears. "I'll be brave." But all I could think about as Uriah slumped against the wall, tired from his rage, was how we were going to come out of this, not just as a faction, but as a society.