"Jack, stop being lazy and help me carry these sticks." Mark said, tossing a bag of sticks at Jack, "mom's waiting." Jack stood up, picking up the sticks and following Mark down the hill. They walked through the entrance and Jack glared at some soldiers who were drunk off their asses.
"Shouldn't you guys be sober?? What if Titans attack?!" Jack questioned them. Mark tried to pull Jack along but he didn't budge. One of the soldiers laughed.
"Like that'll ever happen." He said. Jack was about to reply but Mark harshly tugged his arm.
"Come on, mom's waiting." Mark said and they kept walking.
"I'm going to join the survey corps. I'm going to get rid of the Titans and see what's beyond the wall." Jack muttered.

"Mom, we're back!" Jack yelled.
"Welcome home! Did you get the sticks for the fire?" His mom said.
"Yep, we did." Mark said, putting the sticks down.
"Good, now go and wash up, dinner's almost ready."

"So..." Their mom said between bites, "what did you do today other than get sticks?"
"Jack wants to join the survey corps." Mark blurted out. Silence fell upon the room, all munching and clinking of silver wear stopped.
"Mark, what the hell?!" Jack exclaimed.
"Young man, do you have a death wish?!?" His mother yelled.
"I don't want to stay in these wall like cattle! I wan to see the world! I want to get rid of the Titans!!" Jack yelled back.
"You are not joining the survey corps!!" She shouted. Jack frowned.
"I'll show you, mom. I will not live like a stinking cow." Jack stood up and ran out of the house, Mark immediately followed.
"Come back here!" Their mom shouted after them then groaned with frustration, "please be safe..."