He was lost.
And worse, he was alone.
The shelter he took refuge in was busted completely, and it seemed that he was the only survivor of the attack. They were ferocious, the undead—leaving completely no safe haven for humanity to rest at least for a second. Completely devastated and exhausted, Eren Yeager found a cabin in the woods, as normally it would be empty and ruined, a smoke was on the chimney, the smell of game being cooked as well as a sign of human inside. He couldn't believe it, how could he find such a dreamy situation of where a sane human being lives on a cabin safe from the parasites?
He was full of doubt. He was all worn out, but he wasn't injured or bitten. There were bloodstains on his clothes, remnants of people he loved dearly, though sadly, they couldn't survive along with him. It was the classic case of sacrifice, and they were the sacrifices for him to live.
He knew he couldn't stand there all day, and possibly waiting for being eaten in the bright day. He knocked the door, once, waiting for reply.
There wasn't.
He knocked again, waiting for the reply.
And there was.
The door cracked open, as he stuttered back a few steps, taken aback by the sudden open door. There was a man, his eyes glum, but at least they looked sane though not very welcoming. He was wearing a shirt ripped off on the sleeves, unmatching to his short stature, but nonetheless, in Eren's scattered and hopeless thinking system, he... was hot. The eyes of the man scanned over Eren head to toe, suspicious, and Eren tried to be as human as possible.
"Are you human?"
The question startled Eren, just like this man did, almost choking on his own words, he muttered, "y-yes. I... I am human!"
"Then get in."
The man opened the door wide, closed the door once Eren stepped inside tight, locking it with locks, boards, and many other, preventing potential zombies wandering in. Eren fazed over the interior of the cabin—it was better than his old shelter, furniture-wise, though his old shelter had anything he would need in order to stay alive. The logs built up the walls, the floorboards creak when he walked in, the couch was worn-out with an old radio sitting on the old brown coffee table. The curtains shut the windows tight, and he could see wood boards locking it up. The man, however, was already inside the kitchen part of the cabin, seeming to continue cooking the dish he was working on before.
There were old photographs hanging over the wall. He saw the man, standing without a smile in the middle of a woman and another man. A calendar was hung on the wall too, with three dates circled in it: September 5th, October 14th, and December 25th. They were respectively tagged with illegible writings, or is it just him who forgot how to read in the middle of a world of mess.
The scent of coffee pierced his nose, as he turned back to see the man holding a tray with a cup of warm coffee, putting it on the coffee table, signing to him to sit down along. He sat on the other side of the couch the man was sitting, on a rusty and trembling chair, looking over the black surface of coffee vaguely reflecting his face.
"What's your name and how can you be here?"
Eren took the coffee, sipping it, amazed of how coffee would taste like heaven in times like this. "Eren... Yeager. My shelter was destroyed by a horde... and I was the only one left. Who are you?"
The man sighed. "Levi. Levi Ackerman, though that name doesn't kind of matter anymore. Are you going somewhere?"
"I don't know. I don't really have a place to go to and... the last safe city I know was destroyed."
"So what do you want now?"
"I..."
Eren gushed. It had been half a month since the zombie outbreak destroyed almost half of the world. Back when he was still a little boy, he would want to wipe off the whole zombie virus and save the world, but it was different. He couldn't be blatantly out there slaying zombies—one bite and he was done for.
"You don't know, huh?"
Eren nodded. He really... didn't know.
"Can I stay here? For a while... maybe?"
The man stunned up, lifting his chin up his palm. The light on his eyes flickered, his expression were mixed. He seemed to be shocked, glad, bitter, and mostly, he seemed to be relieved out of something.
"It's a blunt request, if you don't want to, I'll try to find a safe place to settle in. I think I—"
"...you can stay."
He stood up, walking over the kitchen, glancing at Eren, "if you're hungry, I just cooked a peasant. Maybe a bit shocking for first try, but you got to eat it."
Eren nodded gladly. He followed the man to the kitchen-side, looking over the fully-cooked peasant meat he had never eaten before, even if it was not something he would try every day, as long as it's food, edible, he would take it.
He would take it because his last meal supposedly filled with joy was torn away by the world's destruction order.
*
Night fell.
The man gave him a pillow and blanket to sleep on though on the couch. It was more than enough for him, at least. He glanced over the windows, it was still shut down. He didn't see any zombies roaming around. It was really quiet, and the only sound surrounding was the nature's wind and animals, as well as... a panting and arousing voice he caught off from somewhere, seemed near. It was out of the nature, though he tried to brush it off, the voice was bugging him. He tried to cover his ears with the pillows and blanket, but he still could hear it, and he felt uneasy. He threw away the blanket, and tried to find the source of the voice. He ended up standing in front of a door, and it was rather... startling.
It was the man's bedroom door, and he could clearly hear the voice now, and now, it resembled the man's.
Without hesitation, he opened the door, his breath panting with a weird, hot feeling in his chest, to see what was going on.