Hello, hello, hello. I am really sorry fo not updating, and this chapter is going to be really short, because you guys need something. This is like, an explanation chapter. I will elaborate more in the next chapter. Thanks to all who reviewed and all who favorite and followed my story.

-SAVE THE NARGLES

As my fingers brushed the wood, I felt my hand break though a film. A wave of color traveled across the invisible film, that covered the door. That was probably what made the door blurry. Then the thin strands started wrapping my fingers, cold and sticky, but tight, as it covered my fingers and started traveling up my palm,

I backed away, unsure what to do. Fear filled my stomach, and crept into my mind. I started to breathe heavy. I had to do something, or I will turn into a cocoon.

I was waving my arm around; it covered my wrist now, and was traveling quickly . If I wiped it onto my vest, it would start wrapping my waist, and would only make it worse. The broken strands on the door were starting to mend themselves, twitching wildly, until it hit another strand, then connected itself to it, making a hazardous, but sturdy web.

I felt the strands cover my elbow, making my arm unless. But then what were my fingers were tingling, The huge clumps of sticky web was turning a different color, It was a shimmery silver before, but now it was turning white.

A memory of when I made a paper mache structure of the Hub appeared, when I was just about to paint the structure black and grey, when it was plain white, white paste and paper.

Dried.

The white part of the web meant it was dry.

I knew what I had to do, to escape.

The web was climbing up my arm, nearly to the edge of my sweater sleeve. The paper mache-like part of the cocoon was moving up my arm also, drying just as fast as the strands were crawling up. I slowly opened my vest with my open hand and pulled out one of my knifes. The strands reached the edge of my sleeve, and I quickly started cutting off, until an inch of black wool was being eaten by the web. I quickly cut though the cocoon, and freed my arm. I flung the cocoon away from me, a cast of my arm.

I breathed out, getting myself together slowly, dropping the knife. I felt my blood rush into my arm, which is pink, and stinging. I felt my stomach calmed down. It was not attacking me anymore.

Then I heard voices come from the other hallway, and the sound of footsteps falling at a fast pace, to , if I went back up the stairs, I would be caught. The only way...

I kicked the cast of my arm and the knife away from me, into the corner, and pulled out a new knife and quickly cut part of the web open, it rippling with light, and crawled though a small hole near the bottom of the doorway, before the web touched me. I slid underneath the boards, until I got to the other side. I stood up, then used my knife to pull the web back together. I saw a person burst out of the hallway, blurry, because of the web, look around, then continue running, up the stairs, and out of sight.

I was safe.

I dropped the knife and turned around, to face the dark hallway ahead of me.

"Well, here I go." I told myself, and started running down the hallway.

The hallway was dim, with only a small blue lantern every ten yards. It made the plastic covered walls, the boarded up doorways, and the rotting floorboards, look even more disturbing than it already did. I noticed that all the doorways were covered in the webs, with wisps of it trailing on the floor. That and the holes in the floorboards made it very hard to maneuver. A warm draft floated though the hallways, as if it has been trapped here for a long time.

In other words, it was uncomfortable.

I slowed down to a walk, it was getting even more hazardous, and if I ran, I would be dead by now. And I knew I could not go back, as the lamps turned off once I past their range of light. I could only move forward.

I thought of Caleb. I told him I was going to be at the meeting today. He must be worried, thinking of logical reasons to think of why I was not there. Or maybe he thought I was so Dauntless that I ditched the meeting. I smiled to myself at the thought. And my father. He must already be insulted by the fact that Caleb got a government job. He would be infuriated by the fact that I got a government job too. What about Uriah? Hopefully he was alright. What if it was him outside the web?

I kept walking down the hallway, but the hallway just got more...dangerous. Dead bodies wrapped in cocoons were starting to appear. Of people who could not escape. Their arms and legs were stiff, and they look like all the water in their bodies, so it looked like they were just skin and bones. It was more gruesome then Al's body, when the pulled him out of the chasm.

Just when I felt like I was going to collapse, the hallway started to get lighter. I saw a tiny square of light. Light.

I started to walk faster, but carefully, so I would not end up like the mummies. I breathed in clean air, and I felt it cut into my skin. The doorway got closer, and the hallway cleared.

I reached the edge of the doorway. But I almost fell.

The path dropped off into a cascade of ruins, stretching across Lake Shore Drive, and the snow was falling harder. Farther along, the ruins of the other half of the place were laying there, black markers in the world of white and grey.

But in the middle of it, a dim light shining, an orange glow. And singing, soft, and clear.

I felt my heart race. I could just go back, and try to go though the web again and probably die, or I could stay outside and find out who, or what has the light.

A split second decision, and I jump.

The snow coats my hair, and my feet land on a flat piece of concrete. My heart races. I sprint across the flat surface, until I reach the edge, and hop on another piece, and the lantern gets closer and closer. The singing is clear now. It was clearly feminine.

Run, run as fast as you can.

They will catch you, we just ran.

Beat you down, dream by dream.

With little power to redeem.

remember what they did to me.

And you and him, and now you see.

We need to avenge, it is our fate.

To make sure for them its too late.

I stepped closer, and when the lantern was only about twenty feet away, it fall, and the person ran away. I started to run afer the person, but I kept tripping, and falling. Soon she was gone.

I stood there for a while, watching the snow fall. Slowly, I made my way back to where the end of the tunnel. Slowly, I searched around the edge of the doorway, until I found an air duct, that lead back into the building.

I slowly pried it open with my knife, and crawled in, feeling a lot like a true Dauntless. Though I never will be truly Dauntless.