The second Book to my collection of Attack on Titan fanfictions. So if you enjoy reading Attack on Titan related stories including ones with Armin, Eren or Mikasa, feel free to read! Enjoy
If you want to read French version: https://my.w.tt/jrUZnBPk...
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Kiyomi's point of view
I really have no idea why, but for some strange reason, everyone who is a soldier in the Survey Corps, are being placed under false charges and put behind bars.
I was unlucky enough to have been in the city at the time the news and arrest were being placed into action. I have been on the run, hiding behind the cracks and crannies of the alleyways in the big city of Trost.
Without food and water, I don't know how much longer I can keep going, honestly. My throat was drying up as if a bunch of sand or charcoal was being shoved down my throat.
As much as I don't want to turn myself in, at this rate, I might have to. The only way I may be able to get my hands on food and water, I might only be able to get my hands on what the prison hands out.
But...doing such would be no better than giving up. No matter how hard things get, I must escape outside the city border. Armin...he and the others might have already escaped.
Armin is a smart young man. He was probably able to think up a wise strategy to sneak squad Levi outside to avoid capture. Either that, or they were able to escape before the news of Scouts being placed under charges for arrest began to overgo.
But even so, what if when I escape, I don't run across them? Or...what if Armin's been captured?
I hate the mere thought of him being captured and placed behind bars. I couldn't bare the thought. But no matter what, I have to let myself believe he's escaped. That was I can bring myself to remain with hope and determination to escape outside the city's borders.
My body was getting weaker though. A human can only go so long without food or water. And I haven't had any for at least two weeks. I was on the verge of collapse, but I didn't care.
I have to escape...for Armin's sake. For my sake. And for the scouts sake. I mustn't give in to the government. After all, I'm guilty of nothing. I am aware of this. So I shall not yield...
I will keep moving forward no matter what happens. I must keep fighting...I mustn't give up. Or everything I've done up til now would had been all for naught.
So I continue hiding, running, fleeing, surviving, and scheming for a way to escape. But each and every gate was guarded with garrison soldiers and some mp's.
Hope for escape appeared impossible. But then, luck appeared to be on my side. In the trash can in some ally way, I was able to catch the glimpse of....a garrison cloak shoved inside? But why would someone throw something so valuable away, as if it was worthless?
Well...it doesn't matter. I at least have something to conceal my identity as a scout with this. So I take it out, dust it off, and place it onto my back. I should be safe now. After all, the cloak shields my body, so my scouts jacket won't be seen.
