Summary: There's something in the waters. It's coming towards you. And then there's Levi, just trying to survive. Survive the Armageddon. A modern day apocalypse if you will. Just survive, don't think. Live, don't drink the water. And then there's Eren. Eren's... well... Eren, ladies and gentlemen, is royally fucking screwed.

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"Dammit!" That was the last straw for the young... youngish? Aw, screw it, I was getting old as hell. Well that was indeed the last straw. Damn engine. Damn... damn... Aw hell, I even know what the damn thing was called.

And word of the day ladies of gentlemen. You guessed it. Damn.

A word just like any other fine word in the English language. In any language really. Really fine indeed.

A background story is probably in order. The man trying to fix his car? His name's Levi. He's currently unemployed, single and... driving a wreck of a car? Yeah. Indeed.

Oh, that little detail? Being unemployed and single and well, driving a wreck of a car? Well that goes back to the day I was born. Ok, that was an exaggeration. It actually doesn't go back that far.

You see, I was as happy as any thirty-four year old still living with his college roommate could be. Well ok that was exaggeration too. No, I wasn't the somewhat happy child he'd been. I wasn't unhappy though. I always went about my days with a routine.

Wake up, shower, eat, watch some TV, go job hunting, another shower, dinner, some more TV, and some more TV, and some more before it was finally supper and then it was off to bed. Of course then there was occasional breaker of that routine. Yes, you guessed it again. She was also unemployed and living on my couch, smoking dope all day until she raided the fridge, had another brownie and went to sleep. Hanji.

She even took me out shopping for clothes, out to bars, set me up on the occasional date and so on and so forth.

Yet, I always stuck to my routine. Wake up, shower, eat, watch some TV, find out there's an apocalypse happening outside the window, go job hunting... Oh wait I didn't do that that day.

And there you have it folks. The stuff of dreams. Or nightmares. Which ever way you choose to look at it. Well whatever terminology you choose to go by, it's still the same. The end of mankind, end of civilization, the end of the modern day human. I thought about just going as simple as calling it the end of the world, but that would be too well classic. And also totally wrong. So far as I knew the world was still spinning. As previously stated, as far as I knew.

"Damn, damn, damn!" And the dam overflowed, the water poured out, don't drink the water, tick tock tick tock goes the coo coo clock!

I must be going crazy. Damn, I really needed a smoke. But then again, no lighter. Ah, what the hell.

And so I went about trying to find one in that ridiculously large garage. I searched several cans, several storage compartments, even in the can. Yeah, I'm literally talking about the crapper. No real shock there. My friends always used to call me out on my shit jokes. No pun intended. Ok, a little bit of pun intended.

As my search for a lighter was approaching its climax I finally found one. What the hell is up with people going on about shit always being the last place you look? Of course it's always the last place you look, you usually don't continue looking after you find the damn thing.

And bingo! The glove compartment of a fucking 1993 Volvo with its rearview mirror torn off. Sitting down never felt so good in my entire life.

Now you may think I should take better care of myself considering I might be the last man on earth. I've seen this movie. I die at the end, don't I? No but in all seriousness, I really should. I really frickin' should.

I breath in the toxic fumes anyway. And as for being the last man on earth. Close, but no cigar. Okay not even close. And fuck, would a cigar be nice right now. I'm not the last man on earth.

When this thing broke out, call it a virus, a disease, a mutation, whatever. Anyways, when it broke out it wasn't like the movies. People are apparently more paranoid than those starry eyed actors you see on the big screen. That's the beauty of any animals living in large packs. If one part of the herd moves, so does the rest. What I'm trying to say is that people, they spook easily. They bolt the moment shit hits the fan. And this time, shit it the fan so hard it flew everywhere.

Another drag of smoke before it was time to go. Where am I going you ask? I haven't the foggiest. Somewhere sunny. Actually scratch that, I hate the fucking sun. Somewhere rainy? I don't like water that much... Don't drink the water.

My mind started fogging up. It always did when water came into my mind. I don't know why. It's been this way for a while. Ever since...

Oh well, so here I am, trying to make my way somewhere down to paradise city where the grass it green and the boys are pretty.

Yeah, that's me, I'm-Mr.-Flamboyantly-gay. Guuuuuuuilty!

I'm too busy with my own fucking imagination to realize there's a car pulling up? Don't worry, that's just Hanji. I made it sound like she didn't survive right? Well sure fooled ya' there, right?

A second after the car pulled up it comes to a stop. The engine goes dead.

"Yo, shitty-glasses. If you gonna take that long to get here the next time I'm going to sho-..."

It's not Hanji.

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Weird, yes? But you have to admit you kinda liked it, just a little bit =P

Okay so the next part is going to be Eren's point of view, and don't worry, the chapters are not going to be this short in the future! This is just a prologue, an intro if you will! So stay tuned! Love ya my little zombies! Until next time, JA NE! XD