This is about the last thing he expected to happen when he woke up that morning. The fact that he woke up was also really unexpected, but everything in Trost was a bit of a blur now. He was supposed to be graduating, he was supposed to be off to join the Military Police so he could serve the king. Make a change, do something that he was actually capable of doing.
Then the Wall fell, like some sort of cosmic joke. There would be no safety for anyone, and people he had spent the last three years with died in front of him, and all hell broke loose. There wasn't time to stop and process it as everyone died, as everyone broke down in the face of the titans, and now he was here.
Though where here was, Marco really didn't know. A place called Panem, which wasn't anything Marco had ever heard of. Obviously it was beyond the Walls, but...Something about that didn't seem right. He had to be somewhere else entirely, because he couldn't imagine anyone who had to face the titans would hold something so gruesome.
But that would have to be something to think about later, when he wasn't fumbling his way through this so-called arena. He had run from the cornucopia, but now he was in some sort of shop. The toys there were shaped like creatures Marco had never heard of, and they were far softer than his childhood toys back in Jinae which just made everything stranger. He rifled through everything he could, keeping an eye on the door of the shop as he tried to find something he could use to survive just a little bit longer.
Marco Bodt | Attack on Titan | Arena
Then the Wall fell, like some sort of cosmic joke. There would be no safety for anyone, and people he had spent the last three years with died in front of him, and all hell broke loose. There wasn't time to stop and process it as everyone died, as everyone broke down in the face of the titans, and now he was here.
Though where here was, Marco really didn't know. A place called Panem, which wasn't anything Marco had ever heard of. Obviously it was beyond the Walls, but...Something about that didn't seem right. He had to be somewhere else entirely, because he couldn't imagine anyone who had to face the titans would hold something so gruesome.
But that would have to be something to think about later, when he wasn't fumbling his way through this so-called arena. He had run from the cornucopia, but now he was in some sort of shop. The toys there were shaped like creatures Marco had never heard of, and they were far softer than his childhood toys back in Jinae which just made everything stranger. He rifled through everything he could, keeping an eye on the door of the shop as he tried to find something he could use to survive just a little bit longer.