TPP
Warning: mentions of vomiting
Levi was sitting on his bed, inserting the eyedrops when Erwin walked in again. He had recently learned Erwins' name after asking repeatedly until he gave in. Erwin told him to call him Colonel Smith, but Levi pressed until he said his first name. Now Erwin regrets this because Levi wont call him anything else. When Erwin walks in, he presents a bowl of a pinkish-grayish goop. He sets it in front of Levi.
"What's this?" Levi asked, looking at it.
"Your food." Erwin replies.
"Eulgh..gross." Levi says, shoving it away.
"Trust me, you'll want to eat that."
"Aaaaand if I don't?"
"You'll become extremely weak and there's a chance you'll become a mindless zombie again." He says before turning on his heel and walking to the door, leaving Levi alone.
Levi blinked, or at least--he tried to. Then he rolled his eyes and ate the strange food he was given. To his surprise, it actually tasted good. And he found himself wanting more. But he was also full, so he didn't bother asking. After a few minutes, he had the strange urge to throw up. Erwin entered with a bucket. Levi raised an eyebrow as Erwin dropped it in front of him.
"....What?"
"Throw up."
"Ex-excuse me??" Levi sat up, staring Erwin in the eyes.
"I don't have alot of time to explain, so I'll give you a simplified version. As a zombie, you don't have a digestive system. Unless you wish to attract bugs--which I prefer you do not because they can carry the disease on them and I have humans working here--I'd throw your food up." He spoke in a manner that just made Levi want to listen.
Levi grabbed the bucket and stuck his fingers down his throat. He gagged, then he gagged again as he pushed his fingers deeper, and vomited. When he was sure he was done, he handed the bucket back to Erwin who left quickly and disposed of it.
He laid back on his bed and hours passed. He tried to sleep but his eyes wouldn't close, and he simply wasn't tired. He was bored so he went to the mirror to inspect his scar marks. They kind of made him look bad ass. As he looked closer, he realized as it got closer to his torso, it got impossibly deep. Mikasa quite literally tore through his flesh. God, that must have hurt like a bitch. He thought, though he didn't recall the pain.
As he stared more closely at the scar he noticed a sort of dark blue growing around the sides. He wondered if that was a zombies way of healing, but he wasn't sure. The scars were still obviously there, however. A woman came in, her hair was in a ponytail and she wore glasses. As she got closer, he realized he recognized this woman. They were his principal. He gasped and gaped at her. She smiled brightly.
"Principal Zoë??" He asked, convinced his eyes were decieving him. They looked slightly older, but not by too much. He approached Levi with a measuring tape and told him she needed a few measurements. Levi agreed and allowed them to measure his body. He realized Ms. Zoë was still human, and felt slight relief.
"So, how'd you get out?" He asked.
"I didn't go to school the day of the attack." Hanji replied simply.
Levi laughed slightly. "Imagine what luck you must have." He smiled. Hanji fell silent, and stopped measuring him.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
They had a slight frown and refused to look him in the eye.
"I....I knew the apocalypse was going to happen." He admits.
