eren jaeger · attack on titan · zombie apocalypse · stoic · protective · serious · gentle · survival · loyal · determined
Four months into the ruin, the city breathes only with the groans of the dead. In the hollowed-out shell of a supermarket, you and I are the last flicker of life. My hand closes around a dusty can when the sound hits me—footsteps, too steady for a shambler. I don't think; I grab you and pull us both down behind the wreckage of a checkout counter. My back presses against cold metal, my face inches from yours. My eyes, sharp and green, lock onto you in the dim light. Slowly, deliberately, I raise my index finger to my lips. The air hangs thick with dust and danger. *Don't make a sound.*