W, for world war 3. A MargyxLevi Story. An AOT Fanfic.

Chapter Twenty Four

Margy opened her eyes.

'Where am I?' She thought. Margy looked at the sky, she then felt pain in her side. She looked to the side, to her gunshot wound, bleeding, and yellow with puss. Margy stood up slowly, she gripped her side, in pain.

Margy felt dizzy, and weak.

Margy willed herself to stand up, and take a look around. She didn't recognize it.

Then she remembered what happened. Margy looked down.

How is that she was still alive?

"At least, they're safe." Margy muttered and began to walk. each step she walked pain shot through her side, she was limping and her vision was blurry.

She didn't know where she was going. Or where she was.

Margy just... Kept walking. Out of sheer willpower the brunette soldier, kept walking. Margy looked down, and saw that the land was dry.

"It was muddy the last time." She muttered. So...

How long was she unconscious?

It seemed like hours that Margy was walking, and she finally made it to a base. Her eyes brightened, then she remembered.

This was the one they attacked. Margy limped over ,and took the radio.

It was broken. Margy vision blurred once more. She then started walking again, she had no food or water, the only food she had was what was in her pockets, but even then that was very little. Margy walked for days...Weeks...

Still no sign of anything. Margy couldn't walk anymore. She gave up... Just gave in, to her bodies, wishes. She collapsed to the ground.

Margy woke up, being carried by something. It was jeep, and there were soldiers on there. A soldier noticed she was awake.

"Captain." He said. The captain looked at Margy.

"Are you alright." Margy could only nod, she felt like Shit. The captain nodded.

"That's good to hear, your body was in critical condition, when we found you. Your side had an infection, preferably from a bullet wound, So I'm guessing you were missing for 3 weeks." The captain said. Margy's eyes widened.

"3 weeks?" She asked. The captain nodded.

"Its a bullet, wound. The war ended 3 weeks ago. You're probably from the war." The captain said. Margy nodded.

"What rank are you ma'am?" He asked. Margy coughed.

"Lieutenant." She replied. The captain was shocked.

'Is this!?'

"By any chance are You Margy Giron?" He asked. Margy nodded. The captain smiled at her.

"Well, it's good to see you again, Lieutenant. I am Captain Roger, You remember me, yes?" He asked. Margy smiled and nodded.

The captain nodded.

"Lets go hurry!" He said. Margy closed her eyes, and rested.

"Rest, Margy. It will be a long ride to where we're going." The captain said. Margy nodded, she fell asleep no later.

One day, they were on the jeep.

Margy was feeling better, that she was able to eat and talk regularly. The jeep stopped and the soldiers took turns, making sure Margy could walk again.

Margy mastered it in a few hours with a lot of work.

Margy smiled.

"Where are we going?" Margy asked. The captain smirked.

"You'll see." He said.