that day, on the year 845 was the year shiganshina townsfolk would never forget. the fall of shiganshina district, and the deaths of thousands. it was as if that moment was a haunting dream as the look of horror struck through everyone's faces, watching as the sight of a colossal titan reach through the walls they thought would always protect them.
a little girl stood admist the crowd of people that began to run away in terror as the walls were broken through with a single kick of the titan, eyes wide and trembling at the eyes looking down onto her.
a nudge on her shoulders sends her slightly backwards, making it known that a woman holding her baby had just bumped into her she was running away, desperately clutching her babies head onto her chest as if she refused to let her little one see the horrific sight.
this was it, this was what her mother has been telling her as she grew. the feeling of safety was never permanent, nothing was ever long-lasting- and neither was the walls that people always said would protect them. haunting nightmares like this moment had always nagged [lastname's] sleep,