❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦. ❞
they're not very fond of each other, but when they're living in a world with the human death toll rising everyday, they'll do whatever it takes to survive- even if that me...
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🎵no time to die - billie eilish
slight blood warning
sasha is struck still as she looks into the eyes of an unfamiliar man hovering over her unconscious body. they both shared the same scarred face, as if he wasn't supposed to be caught. though she could see his clear expression, his facial features almost were unreadable, like a blur painted over his face. she didn't know who this man was, and what he was doing in her tent. she also didn't know why jean and marco haven't done anything, or why she couldn't scream out for help.
when she tries to move her hand up, it stays stuck by her side. immediately, she recognized this as sleep paralysis. her heart thumps in her chest as the man continues to stare right into her. she attempts to move her arms around to try and make herself wake up, but nothing was working.
seconds felt like several minutes, but soon enough she finally regained consciousness. she woke up with a gasp and quick breaths. she took a moment to ground herself. she was fully awake in the tent, she's okay, and there wasn't actually a stranger hovering over her in her sleep. it was all a bad paralysis dream.
her hand goes to nudge jean, only to be met with air. the same thing happened when she tried to wake marco. they both were already awake and out of the tent. it wasn't really a surprise to her though, as she's usually the last one awake.
her attention shortly turns to sudden rustling coming from outside of the tent. she rubs her eyes with her knuckle to wake herself up more and clear her vision. the noise from outside became louder, growing sasha's curiosity.
"get the fuck back!" she could hear reiner suddenly shout.
"where's marco and jean?!" connie joins in. there was a hint of struggle laced in his voice, and the rustling got louder. multiple grunts came afterward.
"get off of me!" an unknown voice yells.
her heartbeat picks up at the new voice. she immediately sits up and crawls her way out of the tent. she's careful to elevate her injured foot from the ground, and ignored the stinging of sticks in her palms as she scrambled over to the other side of the tent.
once she reaches the other side, she abruptly stops at the sight playing out in front of her. there she saw connie pinning a man onto the ground, and reiner shakily pointing a gun at said man. reiner's back is turned toward her, so she's not able to read his expression, but the fueling rage radiated through her soul. it filled the forest atmosphere.
"get the fuck off of me!" the man shouts, struggling to get out of connie's grip.
"where did you come from?" reiner rasps, squeezing onto the gun tighter.
"if you fucking let me go, i'll talk!" the man attempts to shove connie off again.
"bullshit! start talking or i'll put a bullet in your head!" reiner walks closer to him.
