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I reach for the door handle but before I can turn it, there's another knock. This time it's heavy, urgent.

" OPEN UP!" comes a loud voice from behind the door.

Without question I pull the handle and see Matthew standing before me. He's disheveled. His hair is a mess and he's probably had these clothes on for a few days by the looks of it.

" What're you doing here?" I yell at him, but he cuts me off.

" Shut up! They're coming! You have to get what you can and get yourselves out of here. " He's breathing so hard, you would have thought he had run up the stairs rather than use the elevator.

" I don't understand, where have you been?" I ask him, " We've been concerned. I received a letter telling me that you disappeared and that David was looking for you!"

I take a final look over his entire being, " You look like a wreck!"

Matthew takes a moment, leaning on the doorframe and catches his breath.

" I am fine." He exhales, " but you may friend may not be. Hurry now, pack. Leave!"

There's a loud crack and before I realized what has happened, Matthew's lifeless body falls to the floor. Blood pours from his head, and covers the door and my lower half. I hear a scream behind me and another shot. The door way to my left explodes into wood chips.

Zeke running up behind me, grabs the gun sticking out of the back of my pants and returns gun fire down the hall.

" Get your shit!" He yells, his eyes squinting as he ducks in and out of the apartment to shield himself. " There are two I think!"

Several more shots and Zeke calls to me, " Tobias! I got one but the other ran for it. I think they were a scouting party. Either that or they are just terrible shots. They have proof you're here. You have to go now!"

I dash for the bedroom and retrieve two guns a several full clips. There are also a few small scurry bags full of items to run with that I grab. When I renter the room Zeke is gone and Christina is gearing up.

" Where the fuck did Zeke go?" I ask, coming to a sudden halt.

" He went to get Cara and get her out of here." Beatrice tells me. There's worry in her eye. " He said he would find us at the meeting place."

When we had moved in here from our old hold up, Zeke and Christina sat down with me and had made a plan. There's an old mill on the south side of town near the tracks. Zeke will make it there with Cara; I just know he will.

I quickly arm Christina and Beatrice and we exit the apartment. A chill runs down my spine as I cross over Matthew's lifeless body. There's a stone look in his eyes. Peaceful like he knew it was coming, but stone nonetheless. He was a dear friend and I will miss him with all that I am. I'm pained that I cannot give him the burial he deserves, but there is no time for that now. I tell myself that we must hurry. Quick paced we walk down the hall towards the emergency stairs. Sure it's possible that they will be waiting for us there. I'm positive there will be several just waiting for us to descend the stairs. Only we'll be going up.

We reach the roof and Christina quickly goes to work on the harnesses, getting three ready and helping Beatrice into hers.

" How long do we have?" Beatrice calls out.

" Moments." I say, unsure if we even have that long. I check my gun and cock it. Keeping my awareness on the door, I boost Christina up to her zip line and hook her in. Followed by Beatrice. I'm just about to send them on their way when Beatrice grabs my arm tightly.

" You're coming, right? Now is not the time to be the hero." There's a slight panic in her eyes.

" Don't be stupid!" I tell her bluntly, " Go! I'm right behind you."

I give her an extra shove so I don't have to look at her as she flies from me. I watch as the two of them disappear between the buildings. I give it nearly 15 seconds before I hook myself in, giving them time to unclip and move out of the way at the base. As I step up and click my harness into place I hear a loud bang from behind me. They've reached the door. Throwing my last shred of fear away, I don't even consider what I'm about to do. The door catches my eye and I look as several soldiers fall to the ground, clamoring over each other. I pick two off quickly but I need to save my ammo so I dive off the edge and begin my descent on the zip line.

I hear a familiar ring as a few bullets zoom past my face. One hits my harness, breaking it. It's an odd sensation as one of my riggings breaks free and I'm now spinning only attached by a single cord. It slows me down. Another few bullets fly by so I swing a foot over my rigging, dangling myself upside down and backwards. I have to take out these gunmen or I may just fall where I am. A gun in each hand I take aim. It wastes several of my bullets but I clip one in the shoulder and the other in the neck. The shooting stops as they crumble to the ground. I'm just about to swing myself back around to fix my view on the oncoming ground, when I see her. Evelyn. Standing on the rooftop, her gun aimed right at me. She's crying, she always was an ugly crier. All I can do is laugh as gravity kicks in and I finally pick up the pace and the city is left behind me.

Whether she cried because of what she intended to do, or because she had failed David, I won't know. For now my only mindset is getting us to that Mill to meet up with Zeke and Cara.

Writer's note: Sorry for the delayed upload. Things have been crazy around here. I'd like to take a second an just say something. I originally wrote this fan fiction for myself. I wasn't convinced Allegiant ended the story there could have been.I wrote over 24,000 words just to make myself the ending i wanted. I write the way i want, in the style i choose. I've always written this way. i have several other stories ( not divergent related) on my computer that are all written in that style, my style. There is usually jumps between first person and third. my grammar is probably terrible but at least i spell most things right. I don't use betas because i'e noticed they like to change my style and there by change the story flow. I pull my influences from Vonnegut, Plath and Whedon. I write the way i feel people think and speak in real life.

So if you find a problem with something like my punctuation and rudely tell me that 99% of my exclamation points don't make sense, well you aren't going to get a change out of me! i love exclamation points! i use them every where i can! exclamation! points!...

get my drift? ;D