My legs hurt so bad from all the running. I start tripping over my feet and breathing heavy. Tobias picks me up and puts me on my back.
"Come on, little girl." He says. I'm not sure what I think about that. Him calling me little girl. I am sixteen. I'm not a child. I put my train of thought back on holding tight to Tobias, be cause I started to slip off. My hands are tight around his neck and shoulder and my legs are tight around his waist. His left hand is under me to support my body and his right hand is helping him balance and it holds the gun.
"To answer your questions," Christina says as she's running. At the speed of running we're going and all the adrenaline, I'm not sure how she can start a conversation. But I'm curious to know what's going on, so I don't stop her. "Dauntless traitors got into the compound. They are trying to get all the Divergent's." She says. Most people know that I'm Divergent, because of the truth surome.
"And they are killing anyone who gets in their way." Peter adds. I've never liked him. He did try to kill me once. Of course, I would never kill Peter. But if someone tried or did, I wouldn't stop them.
"Ok. We need to stop here." Tobias says. We were out in the city in an alley. Christina opened up her back pack and pulled out four thin blankets. Their was cardboard and dirty pillows all around us in the alley. I was exhausted and needed to rest.
"I only have three blankets. Me and Peter get out own. Tobias and Tris can share, I'm sure you won't mind." Christina says looking at me as she smirks and then winks at Tobias. She's always been the one that takes charge. It's either her or Tobias. People say that I'm good at taking charge too. I think I'm just always afraid I'm gonna screw something up.
I gather a few pieces of cardboard and create a square big enough for me and Tobias to lie down on. He brought two of the dirty pillows over. I looked at them in disgust. He threw one over his head and kept one. He lied one of the pillows on the right side of the cardboard layout. He lied down and rested his head on it. I lied down next to him and he put his arm under my head for support. He pulled the blanket up over us and he put his arms around me.
"I want you to keep this in your pocket." He says as he slips something into my pocket. It feels like metal and it's hard. Probably a knife. I don't ask what it is. I wait for him to tell me. "It's for protection." Is al he says. Then his arms comes goes over me and another goes under me. I turn my body and put my face into his chest and neck. Peter is lying on his back looking up at the sky. Christina is a few feet away from laying on her side. I close my eyes and me and Tobias fall asleep. I don't know what tomorrow will bring.