prompt; dying

fandom; attack on titan // shingeki no kyojin

word count; 100

A crisp crunch reverberated in the air, among the other terrifying noises within the walls. The village was inexorably driven to ruin, as the remnants of what might've been a safeguard slipped through the abundance of incisions on the ground, much like powdered dust.

The neighboring towns were isolated, torn and shred apart by the infamously frightening titans. Shrieks of fear filled the space, civilians crying and dreadfully straining for aid.

Alas, people were dying by the hands of the durable man-eating giants.

People were dying, and that was life.

Dying, because nobody could bear a fate worse than death.