Snk Various x Reader | Lemon

Chapter 2: After Arrival

After a whole lot of packing, my father sent me off. It was almost as if I was graduating from high school and he was sending me off to university. When I arrived there, in the year 850, I absolutely loved it. The fresh-scented unpolluted air circulated through me. In through the nasal passage, through the trachea, then bronchi, and then the alveoli. Sorry, if I'm being too technical. The chilly fall wind caressed my body as I walked through the beautiful leaf-covered forest. The sky was bright blue as if I had painted it over and over again with the brightest of oceans. Absolutely gorgeous. I walked down a stone pathway towards the mess hall, trying to remember what the real world was like. Real, well, it was real. What am I talking about? It was only 1200 years back, that did not make it any less real.

It had been three months since I left my juncture, into what seemed like a parallel universe. It had taken me a while to get used to everything. Well, I mean the buildings and structures were so different from the ones I was used to from the 21st century. The houses were about the area of a modern sized kitchen and there were no designated bathrooms, you made your own which was gross, at least in my opinion. Trust me, there is a whole lot more I could say about the time I was in but I'll just keep it basic. Oh yeah, you also did not get food similar to what you would be used to, in modern civilization. Everything was oh-so-very simplistic.

It was actually not that bad of a lifestyle, once I got used to it. It was quite beautiful and definitely a lot less stressful. In this time, there were a lot less daily stresses that you had to deal with. But anyway, I would guess that right when everything first began it was about 7:50 am. I was spending my time at a camp base for army trainees. Back then, there were these creatures called titans. Titans were basically giant humans that terrorized the normal-sized humans. The titans would eat humans and brutally destroy their homes. The world that these people knew was limited because they had hidden behind three large walls. These walls were to protect them from the titans. Inside the walls, there were small civilizations. The rich lived in the interior walls, making them less prone to titan attacks. The rest of the population was scattered throughout the other two walls.

To protect the walls from titan invasions there was an army. It actually split into three sections. The first one was the Garrison. Members of the Garrison were basically like your modern-day police. They order evacuations and are meant to protect the citizens inside the wall from the titans. Then there's the Military Police. They were in charge of protecting the King and delivering him the news. Finally, there was the Survey Corps. They ventured outside of the walls and to learn more about the outside world, as well as the titans. Well, most would call them 'titan bate'. They're basically asking to die, going outside of the walls the way they do. I was currently in the 104th Training Corps. Here, I would be training to get into one of the three military divisions.

They rang the first wake up bell at 7:00 am. The second one, for people who like sleeping in, was at 7:30 am. But, whoever would get up then would not have a lot of time to get ready since breakfast started at 8:00 am. They then rang the official breakfast bell at 8:00 am as well, so that's why I was heading towards the mess hall. For the past few months, nobody really acknowledged me. It was strange to think that not a single soul could recognize a foreigner. There would be the odd time where I would bump into someone and apologize, but otherwise, I was pretty damn invisible.

I skipped towards the building and then up the unstable, creaky stairs. I opened the door and walked inside. The room smelled like it always did, a weird oatmeal scent that lingered throughout the building, almost every morning. I thought I would have been used to it by then but I guess not. I walked down the second pair of stairs, this time indoors, leading to the old wooden boards below. The sound of people talking was loud, chaotic really, but it was nice how everyone was not in their uniforms yet. This was one of the only times that everyone could feel comfortable and normal and so I enjoyed this.

The way the mess hall worked, was incredibly unorganized. You would go inside the building and weave your way through the crowd in order to try to get to the counter with the trays. Once you grabbed a tray, you would make your way back through the crowd to the line-up where you would wait to get your food. You would then get your meal and squeeze your way around people, yet again, to find an empty table. Well, that part was easy for me because I sat alone at an empty table in the corner of the room, and I did this every single day.

Yes, I do admit that it was a bit lonely but I coped well, for the time being. Speaking of, here we are. The table was empty, as always. I sat down and the bench made a creaking noise. I had gotten so used to it, my same old routine every day. I picked up my spoon and took a bite out of my oatmeal. Bland. I tried to remember when I first tasted that primitive oatmeal. To describe it to you bluntly, it tasted like concrete being made in the machine. It was like they just grabbed some of the concoction and just slapped it down onto your plate, calling it 'oatmeal'. I can't really blame them, though, as their resources and the historical cooking experience was limited. I took a drink of water to wash away the taste of the oatmeal in my mouth. The water was unfiltered and salty. Overall, breakfast was not the most pleasant meal of the day and it became my least favorite.

This time period did have its struggles and the people in it acted as if they were nothing. This was probably because they had not even gotten the opportunities to try anything else so they adjusted to what they already had. Maybe adjusted isn't the right word, considering this was their normal. If anything, I was the only one having to adjust to anything.

As always, when I finished my meal I stood up and the bench creaked as if it was saying goodbye to me, and then I walked away. I placed my plate on the pile of others, dirty, and my tray on the counter, where it was before. I steadily walked towards the door in and I then proceeded to lightly jog up the stairs. I opened the door and strolled out, then proceeding down the stairs to the sound of the wooden door swinging on its hinges, shutting itself behind me. Again, I would then walk back up the beautiful hill. The leaves were trickling down through the calm fall wind. I did love this weather. It was and will always be my favorite.