[center][h1][b][color=darksalmon]C H A R L O T T E[/color][/b][/h1][hr][i][b]• Shiganshina District — Wall Maria •[/b][/i][/center][hr]
It was so unexpected, so unusual, this unfamiliar rumbling beneath Charlie's feet. Nothing prepared her for a painful face plant onto the ground beneath her as her legs were knocked off balance. As she snapped her head around to seek the source of the sound, fanning away the cloud of her now burst open flour sack, Charlie saw it. A skinless red hand - a [i]huge[/i] skinless red hand - crushed the top of Shiganshina's protective wall with its destructive grip as it pushed its massive head above it. It was like she had lost her ability to breathe in those few seconds as she gawked at that horrifying face, the hairs along her arms and legs and entire body standing up the longer she stared. That steaming red face had burned itself into Charlie's memory.

The explosive destruction of the district's last remaining defence was the last thing Charlie saw before she was on the ground again, this time, blacked out for a good two minutes.

She woke up to distressed shouts and terrified screams, and within the ten seconds in which she had been trying to regain her consciousness, Charlie had been trampled on twice. She sprang up to action only to feel an excruciating pain throbbing in the back of her head, and a familiar metallic scent wafted up her nose. Despite her feeble attempts to run in whatever direction these other terrified people were, Charlie slowly managed to gain a rough idea of the situation.

The gate that defended her home from the titans beyond had been shattered, and now she was running for her life to escape her own death. It wasn't a dream. It was all real, the pain in her head was real, the screams were real, and oh god, the dead bodies that painted the decimated streets in their blood were all too real. Her breathing quickened, her legs tensed, her eyes burned, and soon, Charlie was running just as frantically as the other desperate civilians, enduring the pain from her bleeding head. 

She had no idea where she was going or what she was doing, it was unlike her to be this influenced by such a chaotic atmosphere. Her heart was now thumping as loud as the back of her head as panic and adrenaline surged through her veins. Charlie simply followed in the direction towards the innermost gate where most people had headed, unable to count the amount of times she had almost tripped over a shredded corpse. It was all she could do in the face of chaos and carnage.

It was only when she was in a totally unfamiliar area, having been carried by the directions of other panicked civilians, did Charlie finally realise what she was missing. Her heart seemed to stop in that second.

[color=darksalmon][i]Father.[/i]

[i]…mother.[/i][/color]

Charlie continued to run.