Breaking Point

The Beginning

Eren pov

Let's start with some background before I get too into depth about where I begin my story. About 50 years ago there was an outbreak… An outbreak of the undead. We called them the Shi, which means the death. It had started there and spread. At first it won't take physical effect to your body for a few days. But the moment it spread to the united states it was over. Mass panic and death. The death toll was beyond what we wanted so towns built walls. They protected crops and supply chains. A few years ago when I was 10 It had broke through Lafayette. It was a town we were staying in for my Dad and his job. He needed to help their with disease and illness but soon after he was called to Newberg. We were told to wait. Hours later boom. Shi broke in and started killing everyone. I was out with Mikasa and ran back home only to find my mother trapped in the house. When I tried to get in it was too late and Hannes a family friend whom is a guard had to come and pry me away. He took me and mikasa away as I watched my mom get eaten alive.

So now to the present to where my story begins. I'm 15 years old and living with my sister Mikasa in a soup house. I started walking out the door. It was a beautiful day for once in Oregon. Normally it's rainy or cloudy 24/7. Here the weather is extremely bipolar. It will have all four seasons in one day. During winter it will snow hard core as fuck, but you turn around and it's pouring in 10 minutes. In another 10 minutes it will be sunny and burning your skin and clear as day. Then suddenly it will be snowing again. But it doesn't snow as often as you think from where I live.

I decided to head down to the River to hopefully feed the ducks and hope that it's not crowded with massive amounts of drunk people. I don't carry anything valuable like a phone or anything so I don't get robbed. It's not like I couldn't defend myself but that's beside the point. Drunks are always trying to pick a fight with anyone and that's the problem with this town. We have so many drunk people or just generally broken people. I grew closer to the river and it wasn't crowded on my side of the River. It wasn't as glorified as it sounded it was more of a landing for boats to launch. It's called Rogers landing. I started to feed some fish and ducks there. The ducks were overjoyed with the nice treat. I turned my head to walk away and something hit me really hard. It was like I was weightless for a brief moment. But that moment ended when I fell into the deep depths of water.

Levi Pov

I rubbed my head. Where in the hell did that person come from?!? I don't know but I needed to check on the them they might be hurt and I don't want to pay for injuries. I looked over to see a male struggling to stay afloat. I immediately started taking off my gear. I left the belts on. When I looked up his head was nowhere to be seen. Shit! I ran as fast as I could. I dove into the water and reached out. I felt around and I finally found his hand. I grabbed the Male’s hand and I quickly swam to the surface pulling him out of water. I shook him gently.

I said “Oi.” I got no response. I repeated “Oi!”

I listened for breathing in his lungs. I couldn't hear anything. His pulse was very faint. I quickly opened his mouth to clear anything from it and began CPR. I pressed on his chest over his lungs. I blew a deep breath into his lungs and watched them fall. I repeated my chest compressions and gave him a second breath. Mid breath he coughed up water. I stepped back wiping my mouth.

“Hey! You alright?” I said loudly in hopes he can respond.

He replied quietly with a raspey voice “Barely…”

I noticed he was breathing a bit shallow. I carefully grabbed my gear and called 9-1-1. I made him stay awake in fear that he may go into a comma or stop breathing. I really fucked up this time, if eyebrows finds out about this I'm dead. There's no turning back now.