Only a handful of those who lived within Wall Maria saw the colossus titan appear. The muscular hand digging into the surface as if it were clay to a potter. Many fled once the colossus tore through part of the wall, others stood in terror as the titans poured through the hole. I saw its eyes as its head raised above the wall and my body froze. Hundreds of people blew past my body and the tremors of the titans shook through my body. That's when her head popped up from behind a house. Her body was steaming with intense heat and drool dripped from her mouth as her eyes fixated on my body. I ran.

I knew the general direction of the gate to Wall Rose and my legs took me there. I zigzagged through the streets, but I could feel the titan closing in on me. She had my scent and was not letting go, but I kept running. Her hand crashed a few feet from my body flinging me against the cobblestone. My eyes drifted to the sky as the world fell apart around me. Part of me was okay with dying. What kind of life is running from real life demons? A hundred years and this is what human beings have been reduced to: the rich using the poor as their buffer.

In my peripheral, I saw the glint of metal - fallen swords from a fallen soldier. The other part of me was not ready to die. Since birth I was a fighter and I was going to die a fighter. I leapt to the side grabbing the swords and looking the titan dead in the eye as she reached for me. Everything went quiet. It was just her and I in that moment. The ultimate fight for survival gave way.

I was not a trained officer, but I did not sit idly by like others. While they became complacent, I became stronger, faster. I would practice five or six times a week, honing my skills. A part of me knew this day may come and I wasn't going to be sitting meat. Barely missing her grasp, I scaled her arm. Her other hand grasped at my body, but I jumped swiftly dodging her attack. Her tremendous mouth opened wide and I launched myself into it. The hot, damp death trap became her demise as my blades sliced through the back of the throat and dug into the nape of her neck. And so, she fell.

My breathing was harsh as my knees buckled beneath me. I watched as she disintegrated. The swords felt heavier than before, but my grip did not loosen. I was snapped out of my daze by someone yelling.

I looked up to see a Garrison staring at me in disbelief. "How...how did you kill it? There's n-n-no way som-m-m-meone like you could do thi-i-is," he stammered.

I stood wiping the sweat from my forehead. "We need to get out of here," I said running past him and he soon followed.

I heard the screams of children, mothers, fathers being ripped to shreds and it took every ounce of me to not turn back to help them, but a new form of vengeance brewed deep inside me. All of these people were just pawns for the rich who sit safely within the Wall Sina. They will never know their faces or remember their names because their gluttonous asses care for nothing but themselves. Their fear and cowardice had inadvertently led to their deaths.

I heard a scream from behind me seeing the garrison being scooped up by a 4-meter. Without hesitation, I darted towards him. I launched my body upward removing his arm from his body. The garrison fell to the ground as he grabbed my body. He was squeezing the air from my lungs so I took a deep breath and with all my might drug the swords through his wrist. The grip loosened letting me project myself to his shoulder running the swords deep into his neck.

"Get up, now!" I screamed at the petrified man. We took off running once more. I could feel his gaze on my face, but as the gate became in focus I brushed it off. I could feel the panic of all the refugees. Blood soaked clothes and bodies. Tear stained cheeks. Dead eyes. There were only a few, but it was enough.

The swords fell from my hands and I dropped to the ground. My body was exhausted and my sight became blurry. No, not now, I thought as my fingers dug into the ground. Everything went dark.