Silence. That was it now. He took a few deep breaths, before taking a run up and kicking in the front door. Vernon, with his one arm, leaving only a small trail of blood behind him, ran through the streets. His manoeuvre gear now busted from the fall. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." He mumbled under his breath. Everytime he saw a titan, he took a turn, hoping he would find any of the remaining troops. He had taken one of his blades with him... just in case he had to... end it. He ran down a pretty wide street before seeing a 4 meter class. "Shit." He turned into an alleyway sharply before instantly regretting it. There was another titan down it. An 8 meter. He couldn't fight it, he didn't have the energy to run anymore. Tears dripped from his cheek as he gripped the blade in frustration. He raised it to his neck, hivered it there momentarily, before screaming out and throwing it at the titan. He couldn't kill himself. He didn't have it in him. Vernon was grasped a hold of by the humungous beast, and was raised to its mouth. He shut his eyes for the next part.

SLICE

Vernon looked up. He was still in the hand of the titan. But it was dead. He managed to force his way out of it hand, before struggling away and scrambling to his feet. There was nobody there but him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flew flutters of green. Vernon turned his head and finally his whole body. "Its.... its... you!" He bowed his head.

Jarred was still zipping across the city with the other recruits. He too, saw flutters of green from the corner of his eye, but whenever he turned his head, there was nothing there. It seemed as though they were being followed by something other than titans.