My audible pants filled the area as the clouds faded into navy, becoming disguised in the slowly darkening sky above. Fires of crimson and gold raged through the district, tearing apart anything that made its way into its claws, gripping onto everything it could just to grow and cause more terror. The streets rained with blood and the constant vibrations of large footsteps, so loud it could cause a headache. Screams of agony, terror, and sorrow filled the walls' ears and the constant shouts of soldiers, along with the multiple cannon blasts created a burst through my body, shaking me to the core. By now, the marigold sun had just set over the wall, creating endless shadows that haunted the district that reeked of death and horror. The towering silhouettes of titans could easily be distinguished, even as the sun no longer cast its light on the town that was once booming with brightness from the people, and the bright of day. Each step they took, the street rumbled and with every person they targeted, there was yet another hoard of screams to unsatisfyingly fill my already tired ears.
The putrid scent of blood filled my nose and the disgusting smell of smoke filled my lungs, burning them and causing my breathing to falter for a minute before returning back to normal. My body ached, and my mind raced while blood was spilled over my body, head to toe. My hair was messy and tangled from using the ODM gear for so long, and my blades were worn and battered, only having at least two sets of usable blades left as the others were easily worn after the last hour or so I have been slicing titans' napes.
I was tired, my eyes were lidded, and I felt disgusting, not just from the blood covering my body, but the screams that filled my ears. I was surprised that there were even voices left to scream in the first place, considering the number of corpses that littered the streets, most of which only had an arm or a leg, maybe even a toe or a singular finger left of their bodies after being dealt with by the titans.
My gas had a surprisingly high amount since I've been filling it with the gas canisters left on the ground, left behind by ceased soldiers.
From what I knew, they were still in the middle of filling the boats with as many civilians as possible, and I hoped Gabriel listened to my instructions and made it on one of the first ones.
I swallowed thickly, pausing my pants for a moment before panting through my lips once again, my chest heaving and my heart blasting a booming rhythm through my ears. My palms at this point were bleeding due to how long I had had to tightly clutch the ODM gear, and bullets of sweat rolled down my face, evidence of exhaustion.
