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"Are you Noah" Mikasa asked as she stood a few feet from the infected soldier, his hands empty from a weapon and his eyes murderous but cautious.
"H-Help, they shot me when Alfie went crazy. He was the one infected, not me. They've been acting as if I'm sick, I-I'm not s-sick" Noah cried out desperately as he wobbled forward, fear and vulnerable showing.
"I never got a chance to speak with them, they're dead" Mikasa replied straight forward, nodding her head to the limp bodies leaned against the wall with a bullet in their heads. Two who were once known as Oscar and Ethan.
"T-Than please listen to me, I-I'm not sick. You got to help me. Please! I'll die out here" Noah cried out as he stumbled forward again, holding his injured shoulder and acting as if he was completely left for dead, needing of being saved.
"Who was Noah? Was he a friend? A family member? Maybe your first kill, the first time you tricked someone into trusting you" Mikasa asked, her eyes glancing to where his hand held his shoulder, the blood dry on his fingers showing he'd been shot awhile ago.
"W-What? I-I'm Noah, that's my name. Noah, it's me. I'm Noah" Noah blurted out quickly, a hint of madness leaking out as Mikasa frowned deepened.
"Than why dose your nametag say Jacob, it's sew in your uniform. A uniform that's a perfect fit for you and as damaged and dirty as it would be for how long you've been turned. Who was Noah?" Mikasa stated, nodding her head to the first name sewn in on the jacket over the pocket. Only first names or nicknames were sewn on as most lived without a last name or never learnt over it. When two got married and held no last name, a new one was randomly given to them instead.
Mikasa only watched as Jacob froze, his eyes growing wide before he stumbled back, slapping the sides of his heads as if that would make his break down disappear. He'd been so certain he was Noah, he's became Noah in his head and he's been using the name since day one of turning.
Mikasa whispered a small apology to any in the heavens who would listen before she raised her gun. Watching as Jacob lost it and started charging towards her like an wild animal, snarls leaving his lips and he raised his hands out ready to brutally claw her to death. His intelligence lost in the single moment of his true name being told and Mikasa took her shot.
Watching as his body dropped a few inches from her and she tucked her gun back in it's holder before glancing to the two soldiers against the wall. She'd wondered if they were finally free, if they had finally found happiness wherever they laid in peace.
Walking over to their bodies, snapping their wooden dogtags free from their necks as she held no time to bury them but at least their tags would be dug in the shared grave that's made weekly for all and any dogtags to be added.
She turned back to Jacob, rolling his body over before searching for his tags and finding none making her guess someone probably ripped them off in a struggle with him, it wasn't uncommon. Or if a friend wasn't able to freely shoot them in time, they'd take the tags instead and bury them in hopes their friend's soul could find peace once they do die.
Checking his pockets before freezing as she pulled out a tiny bit of stained and worn cotton ball, one that held faded pen marks of a face drawn on it. A toy, a makeshift toy for a child since toys were rare nowadays and had to be handmade in one way or another now.
"Was Noah the boy you were protecting, you've got the mark of a solo soldier. Your duty was to find survivor's, bring them to the safety of camp but a rescue never goes smoothly anymore, huh? Did you save him or kill him, is that why you clung to his name" Mikasa muttered out her thoughts, slipping the cotton ball in her pocket to be buried with the dogtags, hoping that two extra souls could be freed now. She left the forest green arm band around his thigh, letting other's know he was once a solo soldier like she was.
Pushing herself back up before walking back to the rest, her own mission wasn't completely just yet and she's wasted enough time in this hunt already.
Glancing down to her own thigh, looking to the band that told other's what form of soldier and what orders she would be followed. All armbands were sew to the thigh instead, a jacket could be ripped or lost in due time but everyone kept their trousers on. It helped other's recognize you from a distance, if you were alive, dead or turned, they'd know what areas you would have been in.
She wondered what form of a person she'd become if she ever caught the sickness. Would she cling to her own name, cling to a name she learns or knew just before turning or just forget her name completely.
She wasn't what was the best option if she was honest, she'd like to think she'd be able to cleanly shoot her brains out if the worse came to be true but she knew luck no longer walked among any soldier anymore.
She'd just have to hope that if she did become infected and lost herself, that someone would come and slay her before she was ever able to kill another.
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