It had started with Sasha.

Those in recon rarely got sick, their bodies trained to be strong and resilient. So when Sasha became Ill, it was a surprise to all.

It spread to Connie.

Having spent so many hours in the care of his friend, it wasn't surprising when he got sick.

Then it was Jean.

Nobody knew when he had gotten bitten, nobody knew where it had come from. By that time, Jean was too dead to speak.

Or that's what they thought.

It wasn't until that night that they realized that things had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

It was the shriek that had awoken Mikasa first. An horribly inhuman sound that sent ghostly shivers up her back. She quietly alerted the others, Ymir and Christa, then had locked the door.

The click of the lock echoed down the hallway.

The shrieks that had pierced the night abruptly became quiet. The silence was deafening, the kind of quiet that would crawl into your heart and seize it with fear.

The three had huddled together in the bunk, trying to be as quiet as possible. Shadows danced under the doorway, and at first, Mikasa thought that they would leave if they thought the room to be empty.

But No.

The door bent when the monster hurled its weight into it, the faintly feminine voice of a being that was no longer Sasha echoing into the night.

For once, Mikasa feared for herself. It was a new, terrifying feeling, one that she wouldn't wish upon her worst enemies.

It was only once the door was broken down that Mikasa knew she was going to die.

But not without a fight.