Day two of roaming around in the capital streets. The first thing I see? People taking refuge within the inner walls since the attack on Wall Maria. I expected better conditions, but these people were malnourished and dirty. Almost corpses like the dead.
I looked around. I couldn't even tell the difference from the living and the dead. They all seemed. . .Dead. Bad use of a pun, I know.
"D-dearie, do you have something that I can give to my child to eat?" I looking down at my hands. The only thing that I had on my person was the clothes on my back, and those aren't even deemed worth fitting to give to someone else in need. I shook my head, feeling the guilt rise from the pits of my stomach. The woman became desperate as I attempted to walk away from her. "Please, dear, please! My child is dying!"
Other people on the streets started to stare at me. What made me seem like a person that would have money or even food to give? I am also in as bad as a state as they are. Maybe my appearance is cleaner than theirs, but that is only before I washed my face in a river that I happened to pass by. The woman tried to get up to follow me, continuing to cry out dearie to a back that will not turn.
Walking for another half a day, I really had no idea where I wanted to go, or where I have to go. I swayed from the center of Wall Rose to the wall that met the border with Wall Maria. All was peaceful until I walked back towards the center of Wall Rose at the peak of time where the beggars would cry out with pain as they became starved to death.
I looked around. I was one of those people becoming starved to death, but didn't dare to open my mouth. Families with some food had to secretly hide it from those beggars in fear that they are going to be mugged of the only precious thing to them.
"Help! Help!" A woman screamed out as a man attacked her for her small piece of bread. I turned my head around to see if there were any military police around. There had to be some military police around!
"This is for my child!" The woman screamed as she tried to do all she could. Scratching and biting did not even affect this beast.
"What is going on here?" A skinny, but yet fit boy with light brown ashy hair yelled out to the people engaged in a fight. He kicked them both apart and stared at both the man and woman.
"My br-bread for my child. . " She sobbed out as the man ate what was left of it. The light brown ashy haired boy stared at the other man—while the culprit stared with no guilt in his eyes—before kicking the man around for a bit, almost like he didn't care about the pain that the other man felt.
Once he was finished with his beating, his brown hair just a bit brighter than the jacket that he wore, he glared at the grovelling man before him. "Want to steal again? Unlike you, there's a child at her home that has not lived their life to its potential. Get a job or maybe even join the trainees, and that way you can get all the food you want. Or, you can stand around and die out like the rest of these people."
Dear mother,
I could say that I didn't really like this boy that much with his whole egotistical attitude towards the rest of the starving people. But his brown coat with the picture of the green horse—but I think it's that mystical creature that you would tell me about all the time when I was little—showed me that he was a military police, and he meant business when it meant keeping order through the citizens. Then it hit me.
I first decided that once I become a trainee, I was going to enlist in the Survey Corps, but I think I might change my mind. I thought that once I started training, this fear inside of me will go away, but I realize that it won't. I am going to be a coward, I'm going to die in the hands of humanity's only enemy. I am going to be penned up within these walls like the other sheep, which is why I want to enlist in the Military Police.
Author's note: Hey! Look for once I'm early when it comes to updating my stories! I'm really having a lot less of problems when it comes to updating with shorter story chapters. So I'm sorry that I'm not typing 4,000 word chapters, but hey, at least the chapters are being typed faster. c:
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