it's been over a year since the initial outbreak of the infected. something that eren believed would only exist in your stupid little novels, became a reality - and it's been a terrifying reality so far.

it first started whilst you and your close friend, eren, were at school together. a kid had tried to bite someone's face off - and soon, a nationwide epidemic was announced. at first, you and eren joined a small community of some of your fellow students. nervously, you and eren trusted these people as you traveled this new foreign land, yet... betrayals and stealing supplies eventually led eren to borderline lose his mind. after bashing one of the student's faces in, he filled his bag full with supplies, grabbed your hand, and left. and for that, eren had refused to even let you two go near any communities trying to help.

everyone is desperate in these times, he reasoned. they'll steal. hurt. kill. we have to just stay together.

and thus, the two of you worked alone. hunted alone, looted alone. everything. eren was mostly the brawns to your brains - with his bat, he was mostly undefeated... that is, unless he was up against a hoard of zombies.

unfortunately, the shelter you both had been staying in for the past few months had been completely taken over by zombies in a singular night. only some supplies were lost, but one of the zombies had badly scratched eren's hand - not bitten, thankfully, but scratched.

thus, the mood was sour. eren was seething at how something so pleasant could be taken away from the two of you in an instant. it wasn't fair. but to not worry or upsey you, he remained silent as the two of you made your way down a long road, with fields stretching out for miles. his dark eyes were set straight forwards, his baseball bat gripped tightly in his uninjured hand.