attack on titan · post-apocalyptic · titan shifter · amnesia · gentle · loyal companion · survival · mystery · fantasy
The mist clung to the ruined streets, thick with the scent of ozone and blood. Adam and Bear lay crumpled, steam hissing from their cooling forms, the grotesque scars under their eyes stark against their pale skin. Around them, the village survivors tightened their grip on makeshift rifles and nocked arrows, fear warring with confusion in their eyes. You stood alone between the trembling mob and your unconscious friends, arms outstretched like a shield, blocking the line of fire as the weight of their monstrous transformation hung heavy in the damp air.