Chapter 15: Killing my comrades

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With the entire population on Paradis in shambles Floch seemed far too at ease. He walked with a pure, unadulterated confidence that made it clear he knew he had the upper hand. He was relaxed for someone whose comrades, people whom he fought with and for, would be turned in to giant man eating titans.

"So you've witness both Erwin's and Shadis' demise," Niema sighs as she follows behind Floch, "yet you're still as spry as ever?"

Floch mumbled something under his breath to the man next to him, and then turned to face both her and Hange.

"One of you will show me where Zeke is," his voice his followed by the sound of a gun cocking, its metal tip pressed gently against Hange's temple.

Niema had been doing this for a long time. She had been loosing people close to her, fighting for pointless causes, scarring herself mentally and physically for a very, very long time. To live another day was just a meaningless bonus in the endless cycle of hell which she and the others lived in. However, when Erwin died it became her duty to survive that hell, and make sure that those who relied on her did the same.

"I'll show you," Niema replied.

"Are you insane?" Hange cried out, she reached toward her friend in a manic manner.

"Take your gun off of Hange and guarantee her safety or else—"

Floch threw his head back and let out an obnoxiously loud sigh which cut her off.

"Yes, she'll be fine, now hurry up and tell us where we need to go," he muttered as he climbed aboard his horse.

Hange looked toward Niema, sharing a thousand words with just one glance.

Are you serious?

No, take care of Liesl.

The reigns of Niema's horse were tugged tightly, pulling her in an opposite direction toward the forests. Hange looked toward her one last time before they went their separate ways.

Don't die.

I never do.

Quickly they went in separate directions. A down pour washing over the barren fields as if some sort of God was trying to wash away the mistake that was the island and it's people. The horses hooves matched the drumming sound of the rain as they descended off toward the woods.

"Do you have an exact location?"

Niema shook her head.

"No only a general area, but you don't mind taking the scenic route now do ya?"

The atmosphere mirrored a past mission almost to perfectly—harsh downpour, Levi being no where to be found, and friends in unplanned danger, but the only difference was that Erwin was no longer the one guiding them. She wasn't nearly as capable as he was, and maybe if Erwin had stuck around things would've turned out differently, but thinking like that now would serve her no good.

"Doesn't your horse move any faster—"

A sound of a thunder speed exploding had cut him off, shaking the ground and sending the birds flying from their perches.

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