A World Not My Own

A New World

Marco's eyes fluttered open, his whole body ached but nothing of the sever pain there had been. His eyes suddenly shot up, he sat up so quickly he felt dizzy…What the-

He looked at his body…

Wait what?

This didn't make any sense?

I was dying! What was going on?

He was wearing the same training uniform on as before but there was no blood, not a scratch on him?

He...was alive somehow?

Did he make it?

He had never felt so confused in his life.

Marco finally began to pay attention to everything around him, he was lying on grass, just greenery lay around him.

He seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

Marco trembled with fright and confusion, suddenly his eyes widened even more.

What had happened to his friends? To his comrades?

Had they been eaton?

Had they won or lost the battle of Trost?

How many of his comrades were dead?

Where was he?

He needed to get to find them!

Marco stumbled up, he sagged in relief when he saw the walls in the distance, the Garrison solders could help him.

He started walking towards the walls hurriedly.

"Hey!" He started shouting once he was much closer "Anyone there? Hey!"

"Theres a kid down there!" Someone shouted.

Before Marco could react he was lifted up, a Garrison Member had him, easily lifting him using 3D gear.

As soon as he dropped on the wall he was surrounded.

Garrison Solders surrounding him.

Marco's eyes widened slightly, what was with the suspicious looks?

"What on earth you doing outside of the wall Trainee?" One of them snapped.

Marco stammered "I-I don't know, my memories a little hazy"

He'd been outside the walls? He thought he'd been in the country side of wall Rose!

He looked back, realising why he'd felt so nervous out in the open like that.

Ignoring the Garrisons supisios looks he said shakily "Look, I'm looking for my friends-"

"Whats going on here?" A sour voice grumbled.

Marco looked up to see another solder but he was from the Military Police?

What were they doing so far out of Wall Sina? Shouldn't they be protecting the King?

Marco smiled up at them thinking so this is the branch he'd trained two years to join.

To his surprise one of the Garrison solders said "Nothing sir, we were just talking to a trainee, he wanted to know what it was like to join the Garrison, Sir"

Marco's eyes widened.

Had he just lied to the Military Police?

He opened his mouth to correct the solder but another Garrison shot Marco the most withering glare that shut him up quickly.

He also only just noticed that the Garrison Solders had tightly gathered around him, almost like some sort of protection and the tone of voice from the solder who had just spoken was stiff and not at all respectful.