Could this really be the end? The ground was cold, hard, unwelcoming as she laid looking up at the clouded sky. Even the weather was gloomy. It was the perfect setting to die, this must be what it feels like to slip away. Her arm was bleeding, a lot, she couldn't even remember how she managed to get such a deep gash but, it didn't matter anymore. Slowly her view of the sky was blocked by the grins of the ones that would kill her. The teeth that would rip her apart.
She was out of gas, her blades broken, and it seemed that she was so far separated from her group that she didn't have any backup. Not only was she going to die, but she was going to die alone. She slightly sat up, looking at the monsters that would eat her flesh. She didn't look scared, but deep down she was terrified. She was a fighter, one of the strongest, yet even she couldn't live forever.
Slowly one of the large hands reached in, soon it would grab her and rip her apart if she was lucky. Maybe it would break her back and eat her while she was still alive. Or maybe it would just swallow her so that she could burn away in his stomach. Either way, their was no good way to die when it came to a titan. It was going to hurt, it was going to be painful, it wasn't going to be a peaceful passing. Mikasa grips her hurt arm, standing up now. She would stand tall and take her death as a solider, as a warrior. She wouldn't cower, she wouldn't cry. "The world... Really is a cruel place." She said as the hand suddenly grabbed her tightly.
