『 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 』Attack On Titan

That Day

• ✙ 3rd POV ✙

A boy with dark brown hair and teal blue eyes exited the edifice, lost in thought, tailing next to him was a raven haired girl with a scarf wrapped nicely around her neck. Both walk their way outside only to be greeted by a radiant light. The male squinted his eyes in coordination of the beam hitting his face as he uses his right hand to shade his eyes.

Shock soon replaced his mien once he got a view of the situation they are currently in.

Throughout the whole place, refugees stands- all sharing the same face expression that it's almost impossible to differentiate oneself to another. Horror and distress were etched on every one's faces as they walk here and there.

A few soldiers belonging to the Garrison Regiment were also scattered around, handing out edibles for the needy. One can already tell that the food wouldn't be sufficient enough to feed all of them; they'll run out of supplies on a short notice.

"Hey! Line up already!"

"Shut up! I haven't had any food since last night!"

The duo's attention was then shifted where a commotion was occurring. A man was complaining on having to eat less as he grab the neckband of the male's shirt.

"Eren! Mikasa!" A blond called, addressing to both of the male and the female. He runs towards the duo, carrying a bunch of breads in his arms.

"Armin"

"I made it in time. Grandpa said it was for children so he got these." Using his free hand, he distributed the bread among them, one for each.

"Thank you." thanked Mikasa as she accepted the bread.

It didn't take a while for the kids to be aware of the presence of a Garrison soldier standing right besides them. It irritatedly eyed the group before turning on to his heel and walked away.

"What's up with that guy?" an unaware Eren asked.

"It can't be helped. I don't think this distribution is enough for everyone. They said it's for the whole day." the smart blond explained which made the dark haired boy look down on his own hand where his food resides. "There's too many refugees. There has always been a food shortage. And you know they don't appreciate us who lived on the outer side." The blond continued.

"I guess you're right." A particular girl butted in to their conversation. The said young female had a blonde hair with crimson-red tips at the ends, it was styled into cute pigtails, on her hand a basket lies containing freshly baked breads and some bottled water. "I see you already have your own food, do you need anything else?"

"Thank you for your kindness but we're good for now." Armin retort. "Glad to hear it." The young female smiled, creating a small dust of pink to appear on the boys' faces.

"Why would we share our food to outsiders?" The same Garrison soldier from earlier interrogates his comrade, eyeing a group of refugees that are fighting over a piece bread. "If the titans have breached the wall, they might as well eat more and reduce the numbers."

Enrage at what he heard, Eren swung his leg, kicking him.

"What are young doing brat?" Anger filled the soldier as he retaliate the pain he had just received, punching the young lad in the process, his comrade also joined in, kicking the poor boy down.

As habitual, Eren would still stood up. His eyes reflects his current emotion as tears form in his punctum- ready to fall any second. "Even though you don't know anything! Even though you've never seen it! How the titans eat humans!"

His argument got on to the Garrison's nerves, provoking to charge once more yet soon was stopped by Armin. "I'm sorry! He's starving, so he's easily irritated. That's why he did that to an adult. We're really sorry." he says.