"𝐲/𝐧?"
"𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢?"
-y/n l/n 𝘄𝗮𝘀 an underground thug, she also used to be a quite close acquaintance to levi ackerman, humanity's strongest soldier.
she was living in the underground, every day of her life felt like a video tape played over and...
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☂︎Y/n's POV☁︎
I woke up in a plain and boring room.
Where am I?
What happened?
Am I dead?
Is this heaven?
Or possibly hell.
Most likely hell.
Oh, right. I'm in the Survey Corps now.
I groaned as I stood up, not used to waking up this early.
I looked around and found some clothes on the desk next to my bed.
Probably my uniform.
I went to grab it, at the same time I read the note attached to it.
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It's official now. Welcome to the Survey Corps, Y/n L/n.
Please be in the mess hall by 7:30. If you get lost, ask for help from some other cadets.
Levi will help you train.
We are glad to have you here, Ms. L/n
-Erwin Smith
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I cringed at the note,
What is he? Some sort of mother writing notes in kids lunches?
I proceeded to set the note down. I spared a glance at the uniform.
Dang it, looks complicated.
It took me about 10 minutes to figure out this uniform and fix my hair in an appropriate style. I checked the time to make sure I wasn't late.
7:15, I'm fine.
I sat down on the bed to relax before finding the mess hall. I took a moment to think of the possible things that could happen to me in the Survey Corps.
Getting injured.
Getting eaten.
That's it really, joining the Survey Corps in basically an way of saying 'You want to die' without saying it.
