The 2 meter titan
Mikasa and her mother were sitting down mending some worn drapes while Mikasa's father had just gotten in from gutting his latest kill. He set his gun down, walked to the sink and, seeing his wife and daughter were busy, started preparing a duck for the oven. The duck was completely cleaned, dresses, and ready to go in when the entire house shook. Fearing that a titan attack might be taking place all three of them hid together under the table. No one dared make the slightest bit of noise, even Mikasa, who was only eight years old knew that a single peep from her mouth could spell death. Mikasa had no clue how long they had stayed under that table but she could smell something putrid. Was it the smell of titan vomit outside their house? Or had their dinner rotted in the sink, had they been under the table for that long? Or maybe she was simply smelling the fear caught in her throat. Regardless of what was causing the stench, Mikasa knew one thing: the silence was maddening. Eventually the silence was broke when her father moved himself out from under the table and stood. "I'm going to have a look," he whispered, "don't come out until I say so." He quietly made his way to his gun, which loaded as quietly as one can hope to when dealing with a muzzle-loader. When the gun was ready to go he inched the door open, moving with the utmost of silence. Peeking through the door, Mr. Ackerman couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. He quickly swung the door halfway open and exited the house. To his left he saw a crater, ten meters across and three meters deep. He moved to the edge so he could see inside. In the center if the crater was a man with spiky hair that went in all directions. Upon closer inspection Mr. Ackerman could tell that the man was beaten and bruised, bleeding heavily from his head. It was also apparent that the mystery man was in fact alive, despite his numerous injuries. Without a second thought, Mr. Ackerman hoisted the man onto his back, climbed back up to the edge of the crater, and took the man into his house.
"Daddy, who is this?" asked Mikasa, worriedly.
"I don't know," he replied, "but he's going to die without our help. I'm going to take him to Dr. Jaeger immediately."
Mrs. Ackerman glanced at the man's face and was shocked to see that despite his major wounds, he was smiling peacefully. She instantly knew that this was the feature that had made her husband come to his current decision, even if he didn't realize it himself.
Mr. Ackerman rode his horse, carrying the still unconscious man on the animal with him, to Dr. Jaeger's house and took him inside. As Dr. Jaeger examined his usual patients he hardly had the time to make note of Mr. Ackerman's presence but managed to do so nonetheless. Instead of Jaeger himself, one of his apprentices began the immediate treatment of Mr. Ackerman's friend. "Good grief, how did he get all of the injuries?" asked the apprentice.
"All I know for sure is that I found him in a large crater near my house," replied Mr. Ackerman. Shortly thereafter, Dr. Jaeger himself was able to come tend to the broken man's wounds. "Ah, I'm glad you could come see him yourself doctor," said Mr. Ackerman in relief.
"Mr. Ackerman, you know very well that I like to make time for all of my patients personally," said Dr. Jaeger, "By the way do we know his name?"
"I'm afraid not doctor," Mr. Ackerman sighed.
"I see. Well, until this John Doe of ours wakes up and can tell us his name we will have to call him that," Dr. Jaeger said casually, then more seriously he added, "The plague is winding down quite a bit and I suspect that it will draw to an end in the coming weeks, but with his open wounds it would be best for him to stay at your place in the meantime."
"Ok, doctor. If that's what you think is best," obliged Mr. Ackerman.
"I do. Anyway, he's all ready to go back to your house, I suggest you take him there immediately. If I can't make the time to do it myself I'll send Lennon to check up on him in the morning, he's my best apprentice," said Dr. Jaeger before turning to the next patient.
Back at his house, Mr. Ackerman was relieved to get John off the horse. Lugging John on his back, he opened the door and the smell of roast duck filled his nose. That's also when John woke up, "That smells great. Can I have some?"