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     “I know,” he murmured, seafoam eyes sliding closed slowly and shoulders slumping slightly. “I know.” Really, he wants to get this over with. If each of them finds one, they can just... go. And maybe he can let the dragon go if they find somewhere new they want to stay.

       He walks in silence, wondering about his options once the kid accepted that he had no other choice but to follow. Levi wasn’t the most manipulative apple on the tree, but he knew how to bend someone else’s will enough to make it work in his favour. On any other occasion, maybe he would even feel a little guilty about it. Only fools and desperate people allowed themselves to be manipulated, and though the boy looked a lot like a fool, he looked even more desperate. Under these conditions, and considering what he has just witnessed, how could he not take a gamble and turn the tables?

       Thumb still pressing on the logo of the key in his pocket, he started to believe that his plan had failed, just when the kid told him to wait. Obviously he still didn’t understand his position. Waiting was not a part of his schedule. He had what he came for, and now he needed to wait and be caught and go through unnecessary trouble. And because the bloody kid had been stupid enough to throw up at the crime scene, Levi would have to ask for special favours he didn’t really feel like owing, and to people he didn’t really like in the first place. But work was work, and maybe, just maybe the kid would come to be an advantage in the future.

       ”I told you, I will tell you what you need to know. I make the rules,” that had to be clear, otherwise this wouldn’t work. If he was to recruit the brat, he would have to know more about him than about any of Levi’s involvement with the Titans or the Wings. Convincing Erwin would be the true challenge. However…

       ”Jaeger, eh?” The art of concealing one’s emotions was one he had mastered long ago. Though the name was familiar - very much so - he continued walking, talking, acting as if it was the very first time he had ever listened to it. Maybe this would be much more beneficial to them than he had first thought it would be. If this Eren kid was who he thought he was, then a small coincidence had just become the leverage they had been seeking.

     He didn’t know what he’d expected when he’d followed this man, Levi, away from the scene of his original horror. If he’s truthful, he’s a little scared that, because he saw what happened, he’s being lead to his death. If this is the end of him, thanks to that text, Mikasa may never know. How many people would be worried for him if he never came back? Regardless of the risks, he’s choosing to grin and bear it. Though, there’s no real grinning involved here.

     This situation has simplified itself, at least. Levi’s the one with the control. He says how things go, and he has to go along with it. With an expression that bore obvious acceptance, he trailed after him until they reached a sleek bike and he had a helmet shoved in his face. He wonders -- why was his last name the first one he’d mused about? Jaeger... did he know it?

   Brows pinching together, Eren put on the helmet offered to him and climbed onto the bike, arms gliding around the smaller man’s waist. “Whatever you say. Let’s just get out of here before things get bad.” He said against his neck, unconsciously leaning too close because, alright, he’s never been on a bike like this before. He has no idea what to do and what not to do.

                    His expression softens once he sees Eren’s face, clearly showing that his friend has no bad intentions. Armin actually doubts that he even realized.

                              “—I know, don’t worry about it. Can I just…have some back?”

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     Taking the hands offered to him, cheeks coloring in a barely perceptible way, the brown haired boy pulled himself to a stand and dusted off his dirtied rear a little. Patting a sheep that came up beside him, he spoke softly to his friend. “Well... I hope I won’t regret it. So we’re going to the forest, then?” The forest where the untamed beasts lie. Without a weapon. What lay before them when they’d enter that place? Would they meat their deaths?

        “Do you think anyone is tampering with it?” It could be but…who? Honestly who would have it against Eren so much that they’d try to kill him? If Eren didn’t blatantly get along with anyone it would be Jean and god, he’d never hurt the guy if he didn’t have to. Sure they fought and even threw a few punches, but tampering with his gear and possibly getting Eren killed? Never. Even Jean could admit that deep down, the guy was a friend and a comrade and, well, he offered a lot to the people around him. 

        As they moved together through the thick of the trees, Jean could hear nearby galloping getting closer and closer. Good, they’d be able to get Eren up and out of here and back to the infirmary faster. “Sounds like they’re coming. Make sure you get some rest or something, don’t be so stubborn like you usually are.” Jean even managed to smile sincerely to the other as they were being surrounded by a few fellow comrades. 

     And as much as they don’t get along, he doesn’t think that’s the case. The real culprit may just be his bad luck. Unless someone pranked him this time... There could be a few culprits for that. Thank god this wasn’t a real mission of some sort. They both would’ve been eaten already. Breathing out slowly, he looked over to his fellow trainee and furrowed his brows.

     “I can’t think of anyone at the moment who’d do something like this.” Eren muttered, running his uninjured hand down his face in exasperation. This is stupid. How long is he going to be out of commission this time? Great. Just fantastic. He really needed this. How’s he ever going to graduate if this kind of thing puts him out for weeks? Maybe he’ll just have to learn to work with a handicap... that’s how a lot of people do it, right?

     Once the others arrive, he cocks his head back and grimaces as it pulls on sore muscles and exacerbates the pain in his broken arm. His skin feels like it’s burning. Hell, the bone feels like it’s on fire in the place where it’s broken. “Thanks. I’ll try to rest. Um.. come visit me sometime, I guess.”

For now, Levi traveled alone. He traveled light. Two knives, a gun, and a backpack full with food and other such things. A bandana wrapped around his mouth and nose. He couldn’t bare to smell the rotting dead. It was disgusting, making his stomach turn. This whole situation made his stomach turn in horrid ways. What happened? How did this happen? Brows furrowed in frustration. 

Levi walked past an old public bathroom. He noticed a few walking dead. He shrugged them off, continuing his walk. They probably found some old dead animal or something. Levi could hear his foot falls as he walked on the street, but then a scream. A scream, a defenseless animal scream. A scream meaning they had nothing to lose. Levi knew that scream himself. 

The raven darted towards the public bathroom. He grabbed his knife from his boot and stabbed it’s head. He felt a waxy hand grab his pale arm. Levi grunted, and smashed it’s head in with his elbow. The last one lunged after him. A small huff escaped his lips as he moved from it’s line of fire. The zombie fell forward in a good kicking position. Levi brought his leg up, and swung with full force. It’s head rolled off into one of the stalls.

     Sea green eyes stare in a mixture of wonder and terror at the man before him. While he’s shorter than him, that doesn’t change how scary he is. That face has the look of a man who’d put down any threat to humanity. He would too, himself, considering what happened to his mother. But, it’s frightening, because he’s just become the enemy, or so he thinks. Thirty seconds. That’s how long he estimates he has until he dies and changes over.

     Is he alright? No. Not at all. He’s shaking and there’s tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. Because his voice keeps catching in his throat despite his rapidly opening and closing mouth, Eren lifts his arm to show it to his savior. It’s too late.

     Yet, he’s certain that in the time he spent hesitating, a minute had passed. Nothing happened. He felt nauseous from the fear, but nothing had changed. “Why--” He croaked, eyes wide as his lungs contracted as if he’d been punched in the gut. “It’s been long enough... I should.. I should be one of them... I don’t know if I’m okay, sir.” He could finally speak. He’s found his words, and he’s looking to this person for answers because he’s too afraid to find his own.

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                   “—Yeah, actually. I can’t find-” He turns to Eren, falling silent for a moment as his gaze immediately falls to his feet. Ah. Those look familiar.