~Mein Liebling~<Edward Richtofen x Reader>

~Prolouge~

  ~(Y/N)~

  Running. I kept running. Running as fast as I could. No ammo, no lethals, just a knife. A whole hoard was chasing me. I was running out of breath.

  'C'mon Y/N, keep running. Don't stop. Maybe, if you keep running you'll meet a chalk outline for a gun.' I repeated this to myself.

  Suddenly, everything began to spin. I was afraid. My legs began to grow really weak, I couldn't keep going. I've ran farther than this, what's happening?

  Suddenly, I just collapsed. Right on the hard cement ground. I scratched my hand, and it bled softly. I thought I was dead meat, to the walking rotten flesh bags that is.

  I wasn't touched. Instead, I heard pairs of boot steps. Gunfire. And knifes cutting into skin. I couldn't see, everything was a blur to me. All I could remember was being picked up, and the sound of a conversation.

  "This girl, she is like a feather, so light." An asian like voice said softly.

  "I vould assume so, Takeo. Zis girl looks to have not eaten in a vile. Poor, poor girl." A german voice replied. Another deep voice emerged from the scene.

  "Well, let's hope she's alive. She collapsed. We need to get her to the base quickly!" Said an urgent American voice. That was the last thing I heard before I completely blacked out.