Jean just wished he and his close friends wouldn’t fall prey to those chances. They still sent scavengers out with barely any protection? What nonsense was this? More people were eaten alive than brought back when the search parties were sent out.

There were only a few groups still alive and yet people still thought that there were survivors outside the protection of walls? Why on earth were they cursed with this disease? This cannibalistic, madman disease that killed people by the hundreds in mere hours had torn down all defenses mankind had left. Eren had nothing but Armin had split his ammo between them and Mikasa and Annie had lost a ton of rounds protecting them while Armin retrieved medicine from an abandoned pharmacy.Īll Jean wanted to do was get back to the safety of the army base where he could settled down, have a good warm meal and relish in the company of his friends. Jean’s heart was pounding in his chest and he felt the weight of his gun in his holster once more. Why had they been assigned to the search parties? Why were they even daring to go out into the hoards of the dead to retrieve the trapped living who weren’t there? Everyone was dead by now but Eren refused to believe otherwise and he’d somehow begged Pixis to let them go out as a search party.

The others had split off, vowing to meet back in the base. It was only Armin, Mikasa, Eren, Annie, and Jean left in their group. Sweat poured down Jean’s face as he put his foot down and pushed forward past the dead bodies littering the ground around them.

Footsteps echoed down the alleyways and moans surrounded them as they ran.

Ready aim fire