Attack on One-Shots

The Point of No Return - Apocalypse!AU - Armin x Reader

They were getting close. So close; she had no idea how much longer she could keep this up. She'd been running for what seemed like hours, her energy burning out more and more with every step she took.

Her breath came out in short gasps as she ran through the trees, glancing over her shoulder every once in a while to check the distance between herself and those things.

She should never have left. She should have stayed with the group - but no, she just had to go off on her own in search for something that she even knew wouldn't be there.

Now look at the mess she had gotten herself into. 

"Yeah," she huffed out between choked breaths of air. "Smart ass move, (F/N)."

She glanced over her shoulder once again, relief barely even filling her when they were no where to be seen. She decided to allow herself a minute break from all of the running. 

Her pace slowed, her legs burning and chest feeling like it was frozen. Finally, she got her legs to stop, immediately bending over with her hands on her knees as she gulped in as much air as possible.

After a few seconds, she straightened, and keeping her eyes and ears as alert as possible, she reached for the walkie talkie clipped to her belt and brought it to her quivering lips.

She held the button down with weak fingers, her voice raspy as she spoke rapidly into the speaker.

"Hello? Is anyone out there? I need help - I'm weak and being chased. Help me... please," she pleaded, hands shaking more now than ever. Her voice cracked when nothing but static was heard in response. "Hello? Anyone?"

Her throat tightened at the sound of snapping twigs a heavy, dragging footsteps. 

As quickly as possible, she clipped the walkie talkie back to her belt and took in some more breaths before moving her legs once more.

-

She had no idea how she had done it, but she had kept herself going until she came across a small, one-street town. She felt so lucky, and even more so when she managed to pry away a board on the window of a raided out shop and put it back in its place for a somewhat safe place to remain for the night.

After digging up candles in the back of the shop and setting them up around her, (F/N) unloaded her weapons, putting them in a pile next to her before laying her head down on a dusty blanket found in the storage room.

Much to her own surprise, she was asleep in minutes...

... only to be woken up three hours later to the sound of something crashing to the ground. 

She was sitting upright in seconds, a shotgun in her hands and eyes narrowed as she scanned the area from where the noise came from.

Slowly she rose to her feet, her caution never halting as she stalked forward towards the cleaned out aisles.

However, she didn't get very far before a hand shot out of nowhere, smacking the gun out of her hands before sending a painful uppercut to her face.

(F/N) yelped, stumbling into the broken shelf as two shadows emerged in front of her.

"Hello," one of them spoke, his voice so soft and gentle she nearly threw up the food she hadn't eaten. "What's someone like you doing out here all alone, eh?"

She didn't respond as fear gnawed at her, opting instead for staring at the ground while cradling the side of her face.

"Answer when spoken to," a different voice barked, grabbing her by the bicep and yanking her forward and forcing her down on her knees. "Where's the rest of you?"