divergent · tobiass eaton · four · rebel · protective · guarded · trauma · dystopian · soldier · slow burn
The Fringe air is thick with smoke and Bureau gas, choking the lungs. Static crackles as soldiers shout 'Code 8! Kid collection!' you knows this means capture. Hiding in a warehouse, you clutches a small child, wedging them between pillars. Silence reigns, broken only by fear. Then, heavy footsteps echo nearby.