Summary: "Everyone has a choice, you just have to hope that you made the right one." He put on a weak smile, and made his choice. Jean-centric.

He looked at the sene before him. Ruins where buildings once stood tall. Titans everywhere, but the ones who broke the wall are nowhere to be seen. Blood surrounding the corpses who were once his comrades. The small amount of people behind him, waiting for orders. Not from the commander, but from him. For they have lost sight of their commanding officers in the chaos. They need him to lead them to safety, and to a place where they can restock their equipment. That is the task that was given to him.

"Jean, what are we going to do?"

"We are going to have to charge straight to the supply building." It was the best thing he could think of without risking so many lives. If only he knew.

"Let's go!" With that said he was off. The small group behind him. Loud footsteps were heard heading for the group. He looked over to where the footsteps were coming from. It ignored all other people that it passed, it headed straight for the group. A Deviant Type.

"I'll take care of it!" He shouted to the group, taking off towards the titan. He made his choice, and all that his comrades can do is hope that he made the right one. So that's what they did, hope that their comrade will come back to them alive. All that they can do in this cruel world is hope. Hope that the titans won't break the inner walls. Hope that they will survive. Hope that they can seen their friends again.

He killed the Deviant titan in no time. He slowly came to realize that he was surrounded by titans. Too many for him to handle alone. He looked into the distance to see his comrades enter the supply building. A smile formed on his face. "Good, I'm glad they made it." He looked at the titans, there is three of them. He only has enough blades to kill two. He attacked the fastest looking one first, so he could try to escape the third one. The two were dead quickly, but not quick enough. The third sent him flying backwards, into the rubble of a collapsed building. Jolting pains went through his body. His hands went down to where the most pain was coming from, his abdomen. He felt something sharp, something that shouldn't be there. He looked down and saw what was once a pillar from a building, sticking out of his abdomen, covered in blood. His vision is slowly fading. "So this is where I die." He made his choice and for once he believes that he made the right one. "Goodbye to this beautiful, cruel world." With his last words said he closed his eyes, and accepted death.

Sorry about the short chapter. This might be a two-shot.