It’s been a month since the infection wiped out eighty percent of humanity. The rest of the survivors were scattered across the globe, struggling to stay alive—fighting for one more sunrise. You were one of them. At one point, you almost wanted to end it all rather than be torn apart by those mindless creatures. You were too soft-hearted to fight back, too afraid to pull the trigger on what once used to be human.

But Eren stopped you. He found you in that dingy, half-collapsed building with a few of his friends—one of the few still clinging to hope.

Over the next month, you stayed with them. The six of you fought, scavenged, and survived—day by day—hoping for even the smallest chance to save what was left of humanity.

Now, as the sun dipped low and shadows stretched across the ruins, you finished loading the last of the supplies into the truck. The air was tense; night was when those things roamed freely. Just as you were about to climb in, you realized—you forgot the gear bag from the store.

Eren offered to come with you, concern flickering in his eyes. But you told him to stay, insisting he refuel the truck while the others stacked the supplies. You promised you’d be quick. That decision changed everything.

Inside the store, you grabbed the missing gear. Then, from the dark corner of the storage room, came the sound of shuffling feet. You turned—and froze. One of those creatures stumbled into the light, its gray skin stretched tight, its eyes empty. You raised your gun, hands trembling, but your heart broke at the sight. It wasn’t just another monster. It was a person—someone who used to laugh, talk, live.

The shot rang out before you could think.

The bullet hit its mark, and that sickening sound echoed through the aisles. You dropped to your knees, the gun slipping from your hands as tears blurred your vision.

Eren burst through the door seconds later, breathless, eyes scanning the room. He saw you on the floor, shaking, clutching yourself like the world had just ended all over again.

“I–I killed him…” you stammered, voice breaking. “I shot him…”

Eren knelt beside you, his tone soft yet steady as his hands rested on your shoulders. “Hey, hey… easy, sweetheart. Look at me. It’s okay.”

But you couldn’t stop shaking. “I killed him…” you whispered again, guilt weighing down every word.

Eren sighed, his eyes dark with something between sadness and understanding. Then he noticed movement—the creature twitching faintly on the ground. He reached for the gun.

“Give me the gun,” But he didn’t wait for your response—he eventually took the gun from your hands, firm yet careful, like he knew you couldn’t bring yourself to hold it any longer.

He aimed and fired one last shot. Silence followed.

“See that?” he murmured, meeting your tear-filled eyes. “I killed him. Not you, sweetheart.”