Running was something the four of them had mutually agreed was the least pain in the ass part of this place. Myth endurance for the win. Although sometimes it was hard for Kon and Cassie to resist the urge to take flight.

It was during one of their long endurance jogs around the place that they finally got a close look at some of the factionless.

Four stopped them as he saw one of the Dauntless leaders standing there and since they had all been in the lead, they were right at the front of the crowd.

"Hey, what do you got?" asked Four.

"Factionless," said the man. "Not doing anything."

They were in dire, terrible condition. All of them filthy and half starved. The sounds of a baby crying range out from the crowd and Kon crossed his arms, muscles bulging as they tensed. There were definitely a few kids living there in rags, kids growing up with only a life of slave labor to look forward to.

Kon narrowed his eyes, keeping his voice low, his arms crossed.

"Worse than Suicide Slum," he said, shaking his head. "Why am I not surprised? This place is broken."