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The City's Security Force were walking about the town, guns in hand, and eyes on everything. Passing factionless without care or remorse, and heavy foot steps with every remembering and imprinting ambitions. Stone faces in resting anger and bravery. A security walked about, one hand on the rifle at hand. Passing children running in the streets, laughing, and smiling as they skipped about - even if they were factionless. Coming to a stop at a corner of the street, they watched the people move about. Amity wheeling carts about with abundant amounts of food, Erudite passing by, and Factionless out weighing the amount.
Turning their attention to a standing child in between buildings, the child stared in curiousness but did not dare step forward. His cheeks dusted and fingernails have dirt in them, the shirt on him rising up enough to see his stomach. Ignoring the rest of the town, the security kneeled down and went to eye level with the child who had to be around five or six years old. The child flinched and stepped back, the Dauntless reached into their pouch of their vest, and felt the rounded Apple there. Looking at it a moment, the Dauntless held it out to the little boy standing a foot from them in the crevice of the two buildings.
The little boy looked at it and then the security, the Dauntless young lady who's cheeks rose as she smiled and nudged the Apple closer. Reaching out, the boy took it slowly and he looked back at her. She smiled, standing back up, and he turned it in his hands. A small knife cut into it, an imprinted smiley face that made him giggle. Rushing off, she smiled and closed her pouch. Meeting eyes of a partner Dauntless, he only stared without expression that could be mistaken for anger. She continued smiling with the light feeling in her chest, and turned to continue down the street.