Chapter 2: Potato Hoarder
He just couldn't help it. Just gazing upon those luscious, lumpy, starchy potatoes was enough to make his brain haze over. He glanced again to his hoard of potatoes, and smiled.
He was working on another portrait of a potato. He had hundreds of the same potato drawing, but that was because the potato he was drawing was the prettiest.
Ok, so he was kind of a weirdo, but the rest of the Survey Corps didn't need to know that. He could quietly store his potatoes in his room. Along with his drawings, pictures, figurines, and his special potato blanket. Sometimes, he even slept with a few potatoes. If anyone knew about this, he would be done for.
His drawing was finished. He looked down on it with pride in his eyes, and kissed the picture of the potato.
He sighed. He knew he would need to go to the training grounds again soon, and leave his precious potatoes behind. He placed the drawing in the drawer with the hundreds of other potato drawings.
He walked out the door, and locked it so no one would be the wiser. No one would enter his room anyway.
He gazed wistfully at his door, and walked towards the training grounds.