I wonder why though, it seems his gloves are already tight enough as is. "Everybody up!" The Dauntless leader orders, tightening his leather gloves. The train ceases to slow down, which gives me an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. I crane my neck to look over the group of heads and my eyebrows furrow in thought as we near the roof of a building. Lost in thought, the train veers forward, snapping me back into reality. I knew I shouldn't have but at the same time it was creeping up on me. To think, that this was only the mere beginning of our initation, the thought digs itself into the psyche of my brain. This somehow makes me laugh to ease the mental and physical pain I am already experiencing. Propping myself up, I look around at all the other initiates, even some of the Dauntless-born initiates look scared out of their wits. I inch myself against the back of the wall of the cart. The Candor boy and the Erudite girl manage to hop on in time before they're left behind in rubble and a cloud of dirt. I open my eyes slightly to see my hand clasped tightly around the handle bar of the sliding door. I feel a thick plate of cold metal jut me in the stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of me. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the concrete beneath me if I had missed the train. Would they? My legs lift off the ground, and I'm hurled forward by my own strength. Jump! I urge myself, reassuring myself that they wouldn't let me die. The roaring engine of the train only grows louder, drowning out my thoughts, withering them away to nothing as I get closer. Even an Amity girl has no difficulty making her way into the moving cart.
My legs carry me faster, as I see all the other initates jump onboard with ease.
Missing the railing by an inch and hearing my bones crack as I hit the ground before I succumb to my injury is what I was afraid of. Jumping into a train moving at 75 miles per hour wasn't my biggest complication. My thoughts turn to distinct murmurs as my heart pounds heavily in my chest, threatening to burst. The deep soles of my boots taps abraisively against the dark concrete. The force blows my hair wildly around my face, blurring my vision as I keep running. I run, the wind carrying my hair back amongst the midst of its furious blowing.
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