#hange supremacy

[misshoneysplayhouse]

bro, I had an anon ask and i was high asf and deleted it like a dumbass, i'm high rn but i remembered what they asked so WHOEVER YOU ARE THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS teehee, I've been having Hange brainrot and you just put my ovulating ass into heat... so let me set the scene if you will..

Focus| h.zoe

The digital clock sitting on top of your nightstand flashed 5:00 exactly which was usually when Hange would get off work either super eager to tell you what went on during their day or nearly irritated to death with failed experiments and copious amount of paperwork. But today was slightly different.

You found yourself in the bathroom mirror finishing up from your shower, wearing one of their huge shirts, no bra and some lounge shorts. You had music lowly playing in the background from your speaker so you were in your own world.

You didn't even notice them standing in the doorway watching your every move, admiring every inch of your body and laughing to themselves as you sang to yourself.

"Is this what you've been doing all day?" They finally spoke up with a grin.

You jump a bit from being startled, jumping back while giggling to yourself.

"I can't have a day off without you stalking me huh?" You smiled, walking up to them for a kiss, and another, and then another, until it turned into a full mini makeout.

"Okay-mm-baby you okay?" You giggled in between kisses.

"I'd never thought seeing you in my shirt would turn me on this much..." They smirked.

"That's why you were staring me down like that? You know you can use your words, Hange." You teased, whispering the words against their lips.

"You know you like having all my attention on you, don't you doll?"

You nod your head while pressing your lips together to keep yourself from biting your lip.

"So instead of trying to switch on me, tell me what you really want princess.."

I recommend the song Sexy- by Tank since that was the song that came on in my playlist....IM PREGNANT

"Hange, I want you to watch me.." You blurted out, determined to keep up the act, as much as you wanted to give in and let them take over, you felt a little domineering knowing Hange liked seeing you like this and you wanted to explore it further.

So when you found yourself on the edge of the bed rubbing your swollen clit in front of them still wearing nothing but their shirt, you still had the idea to take over but just not the willpower.

Sitting directly in front of you, their hair was in a disheveled ponytail, and their work clothes were discarded on the floor wearing nothing but their boxers, palming themselves as their eyes were burned on your body. You couldn't think straight with them looking like that!

"Look at me, spread her open for me, juuusssst like that..good girl.." They spoke, their voice lowly hitting your ears.

You could feel yourself leaking onto the sheets, your slick covered fingers spreading yourself open teasing as you rubbed with more pressure. Your eyes met Hange playing with themselves and you couldn't focus on anything else but them. It made you slide your fingers inside, wishing it was them filling you up instead.

"Oh fuckk.." You whined, squirming your hips around to find that spot.

"T'awww what's wrong doll? You want something?" They teased, softly sucking in air as they pulled out their cock, dripping with precum and their tip red from all the teasing.

"I want you to keep watching me..please?" You begged, your eyes darkening as you leaned up, connecting your eyes back onto theirs.

Hange's face washed over with the color pink then it hued to a beet red, their jaw slightly dropped and their eyes changed from condescending to memorized.

"Fuck.." They whispered.

You started to pick up the pace as the feeling of Hange's eyes burned against your body, letting their name fall from your lips while you pumped in and out of your tight cunt occasionally pulling out to rub your throbbing clit

"I need you so bad..Hange.." You whimpered, taking a hand under the shirt to play with your breasts.

"You do?" They breathed, stroking faster to try and match your rhythm, they were practically ruining you in their mind. Just picturing how warm and tight you would feel wrapped around them, how pretty you'd look under them taking it so fucking well, just the way they like it.

"Mhmmm.." You murmured feeling a knot form in your stomach as your eyes fluttered shut.

They shot back open when you felt the feeling Hange's fingers sliding so easily inside of your pussy, you cried out while they played with your insides, taking them out to rub on your pretty cunt, their fingers covered in your slick.

They took that same hand and covered themselves with the nasty mess you made, a large groan escaping from the back of their throat.

"I didn't tell you to stop, cum for me while I watch doll.." They taunted, licking their lips still with the same burning stare from before.

You felt yourself tighten up as you kept the eye contact, sucking on your fingers before sliding them down your body and immediately putting them back inside, the feeling of emptiness left you wanting more.

"I want you inside of me Hange..oh fuck I want to cum all over you.." You babbled, curling and pumping your fingers up to abuse your g-spot, not caring at how desperate the speed was or how your face contorted with different facial expressions.

They watched you in awe as your pussy leaked, the squelching wet sounds mixed in with the sounds of your pretty voice that Hange loved so much.

"Keep talking to me, princess...I just want to paint that pretty pussy of yours white..I love it when you make a fucking mess sweetheart.." They groaned out, biting their bottom lip to hide the whimpers forming in the back of their throat.

"Cum all over my pussy Hange..please!" You cried out, your juices leaking out of your cunt almost like a pretty waterfall, ruining the sheets and even some managing to fall onto Hange, they couldn't take the tension a second longer.

"Keep cumming for me, I'm so fucking close..so fucking- FUCK!" You heard them grunt, you watched them jump up to their feet, pumping themselves faster and faster until you felt the warm white ropes of cum drip down your soaking wet cunt, mixing your flavors together.

You moaned from the sensation and threw your head back, panting like a bitch in heat while your legs twitched, still rubbing your clit to make sure your body was empty and drained.

"Uh un, don't tap out on me now..grab your toy from the drawer...I wanna watch from the back.." They spoke, laying light taps to your face, slowly switching over to cup your face, smooching your cheeks just a bit.

You in a post orgasmic state, hazily nodded and whined in agreement

"I love it when you watch me Hange..."

#hange zoe x reader #amab hange #hange smut #dom hange #hange zoe #hange x black reader #hange #aot x reader #aot smut #till i lose hearing in my left leg #hange supremacy #aot x black reader #hange zoë #Honey'sDollMail

[catyypss]

Hanji's wedding~

Which one do you like?🙈

#hanji zoë #hange zöe #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot hange #hange supremacy

[hearth-and-veil]

I think Hange was actually pretty normal and sane prior to joining the Survey Corps. I think watching her comrades be slaughtered and eaten drove her mad and she became obsessed with titans as a coping mechanism. Because, if she could just understand the titans, she could stop them. She could save her comrades.

#hange zoe #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #hange supremacy

[stinkylittlerats]

i know its september but i love a good vampire theme 😁🫶

#levihan #levi ackerman #hange supremacy #hange zoë #levi x hange #hanji zoë #slay #interview with the vampire #delicious #stinky

[s1llycilantro]

tfw u eat ur old comrade to save ur own life

#hanges here for emotional support #yay!! #snk #snk armin #snk fanart #aot #attack on titan #aot fanart #aot armin #armin arlert #armin #armin arlert fanart #hange supremacy #aot hange #levi squad #bertholdt #kinda #i mean.. #anyways #armin my love #my son #watching season 4 rn #aot season 4 #YAAAAY #IM SO SCARED FOR THEM #THEM BEING EREN ARMIN AND MIKASA #theyre too dear to me

[berthemorisot14]

Different leadership- Erwin x Hange

Recently I visited a local website devoted to AOT and read some posts about the character analysis. Although they highly regarded Erwin as a leader, Hange is unfairly discredited, so I want to make things straight.  Before I post my opinion there, I want to share it with you.

The reason Hange is considered incapable, according the post is

1) Contrary to Erwin, Hange did not show enough of leadership and always took a back seat to outside powers.

2) The lack of leadership is the reason why Eren had to turn to rumbling because he did not see much of a future for Paradis island.

3) When she was given the chance to save her comrades (by making use of the rumbling!), she merely turned to her emotion and said “Mass murder is unacceptable.”

4) At last, she sacrificed herself just like a soldier not like a leader.

I think this point of view is so, so wrong and based on male, superhero-centric, immature leadership.

For me, until the final season, AOT was a child’s play good for time killing. From the final season, it finally became an adult drama, and I became interested in the original manga.  I do not deny that Erwin is an extraordinary leader, but the world Erwin faced was much more simple and uni-dimensional, while the world of the final season is just like the world that we live in, chaotic and unpredictable (plus the monstrous power of Ymir who can freely change the past, present and future). As for Titans, Hange actually killed off all of them without sacrifice of a single soldier. Still, Hange lost her heart, blaming all on herself.

2. Is there an alternative at all (Zeke's idea was actually the same as Frieda's and rejected, again)? The solution of getting rid of Titan trait from the Eldian and convincing this to the rest of the world was all but impossible within the time frame. To be fair, the mass murder by rumbling was all set much earlier and Eren saw this future at the decoration ceremony. 

It was not even Eren but Ymir who had all the keys.

Again, however, Hange blames it on her, but that is not her fault.

3. Approving mass murder is not a matter of emotion. Compared to Erwin, whose enemies were Titans that deserve death, the enemies at the final season are all humankind outside the wall, whom Hange contacted and had relationship with.  Her decision was much more difficult and heart-breaking because she had to betray her own people for greater good.

4. Her sacrifice at the finale is never less than that of Erwin.  She did not even escort any of her squad, and she took it all on her, as always.  That’s the leadership of Hange.

This scene of Hange at the side of dying Floch shows her whole personality. Despite everything that he has done to her, she totally understands why he had to do that, and woes for him.

Max Weber said that the politician needs to balance an "Ethic of Moral Conviction" with an "Ethic of Responsibility."  Hange was a soldier, however, she was also the best politician who served both Ethics flawlessly. In the real world, we see so many politicians who lack neither of these ethics, that’s why our world is such a misery even without Titans.

#hange zoe #hanji zoë #Levihan #Hange supremacy #The more I think about Hange the deeper I fall in love #No wonder Levi loved her dearly #Poor hange not being appreciated by so many simpletons

[unlikelyhoagiedragonghost-blog]

Hange, oh!

I want to rant away about why Hange has been always so depreciated.

First, I refuse to call Hange, 'them', because erasing Hange's gender as neutral seems like denying that one with such a great quality can not be a woman. Yes, despite whatever Yam said, Hange is a woman to me.

Second, in the ani , Hange was always an exaggerated weirdo character more than in the manga. Even Yam first imagined Hange that way, that's why he was surprised by Hange's popularity. Contrary to Levi, a character intentionally designed by Yam for fan's love interest, Hange grew with fan’s love because of her superb personality.

Third, although I prefer MAPPA than previous one, MAPPA did not avoid the error of reducing Hange in many of the scenes, for example, she showed strong solemnity about her disgust against genocide, but in the ani, she just uttered a sigh of lament.

Like many of my Levihan friend, I was not satisfied by the rushed animated farewell scene. More than Levi's, Hange's feelings were wiped out. This is in stark contrast to the additional scene of season one, when Petra's dead body was dumped to the ground. Petra is a rare figure in AOT, whose presence only justifies male love interest. She's a lovely characater exuding feminity and probably that's why she was considered deserving extra time despite her feeble presence. I doubt the reason why Hange was downgraded by the ani makers was that a female character with strength and leadership does not qualify for a personal feelings.

No matter what, Hange is my inspiration, and will always be.

#levihan #hange zoe #hanji zoë #AOT #hange supremacy

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Hange and Erwin trying to recruit new scouts bc all the cadets already died

#aot #attackontitan #aot erwin #erwinsmith #erwin smith x reader #commander erwin #smith erwin #erwin headcanons #shingeki no kyoujin erwin #snk erwin #eren Jeager #hange zoe x reader #hange headcanons #hange zoe cosplay #attack on titan hange #hangezoe #zoe hange #hange zöe #snk hange #hange supremacy #hanji zoe headcanons #hanji zoe x reader #zoe hanji #hanji x reader #AOT memes #attack on titan memes #attack on titan season 4 #aot hange #aot levi

[slikertrash]

🥀...

CR: TommyWorthington

https://twitter.com/Hangezoe41?t=jR3otoBQoImQNhPKgBd3jA&s=09

#hange supremacy #hanji zoe #hange zoe #attack on titans #aot hange #shingeki no kyoujin icons #snk #aot fanart #attack on titan #erwin smith

[coderedkeanu]

when they give off those non-binary/under the brella vibes >>>

#ff7 #sephiroth #aot #hange #splatoon #captain 3 #hange is in my bed rn and i can smell it (and all the must) #hange stomp on me #hange supremacy #sephiroths kinda hot too i suppose #help

[mlktstudies]

Last month of summer!¡

— prepping myself for f2f classes next semester, hoping for an actual college wildride

#aesthetic #notes #student #studies #uplb #nutrition #studyblr #bujo #journal #hange supremacy

[catyypss]

Breaking news👀

#aot hange #hange supremacy #levihan #levihan fanart #hange zoe #levi ackerman

[hearth-and-veil]

I love this episode. From Niccolo's paella to Hange's pure enthusiasm winning over the engineers, it's precious. But nothing will ever be as sweet as the fact that Hange and Levi still leave a chair for Erwin.

When the Scouts first got back and were debriefing Historia and the military hierarchy on Grisha Yeager's books, the seat to Hange's right was left open and yeah maybe it was just because there were only 9 Scouts left. But a year on? There are enough asses for seats and they still leave it open instead of moving Jean or Armin up a row.

The Scouts stand for a lot of things, but nothing so much as loyalty.

Anyway, I refuse to believe otherwise.

#rewatching aot #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #hange supremacy #hange zoe #commanger hange #levi ackerman #captain levi #erwin smith #Erwin's ghost IS a character in this show

[hanssbabygirl]

My handsome soulmate and I on our wedding day😍💘💞💍👑🥰💎🛐

#aothange #aothanji #hange supremacy #amab hange #hangexme #self shipping #f/o #f/o community

[unleash-the-fucking-bats]

hange shrine ✨✨✨

#hange supremacy #why are they so hot #i love you so much hange #please marry me #hange zoe #aot #hangebirthdaybash22 #snk hange #hange attack on titan #snk #attack on titan #❤️❤️❤️

[nuri148]

Fic: Saving Private Zoë (M)

[3337 words, rated M, manga spoilers, almost post canon, canon divergent]. ETA: Now on AOT!

Her friends saw her disappear in a ball of fire, but that was just her cape! Late but still in time for the Hange Birthday Bash, here is my take on what actually happened to Hange after she dedicated her heart for the final time.

I spewed this in a bit more than 2 days, only 1 round of edit past 1 a.m., so sorry for any typos.

It broke her heart to break his heart like that. The sheer devastation on Levi’s face as she had said her farewell had shaken her more than the suicidal task she was about to tackle. Taking a deep breath in order to fight back tears, former Commander Hange Zoë shot her VMG and faced the wall of colossal titans relentlessly advancing towards the port of Odiha.

Adrenaline kicked in and the grief turned to exhilaration as she soared over the massive monsters.

“Titans really are wonderful!” she thought aloud right before landing the fatal blow on one. There wasn’t much to do in terms of planning. The Rumbling was a brute force attack, and so it required an equal response, even if the forces at play were so ridiculously unbalanced. She could only jump as she went and try to cut as many napes as she could.

Hange switched her anchor points and swung towards another titan. The temperature was unbearable; she struggled with her blades, sweaty palms hindering her grip and the vapours coming from below fogging her vision. She managed to fell a second one, and as she switched her VMG again she felt a searing heat up her side.

Horror struck her. This was not titan vapour. It was a ball of fire igniting her cape and spreading quickly towards her very flammable gas canisters. She groped at her gear, shot her grapple hooks, fumbled with her blades in a desperate attempt to free herself from the blaze. Suddenly, she became very aware that she was basically trying to choose between dying burnt alive or smashed to the floor after a 60-metre drop. Or both. The impulse of a nervous laugh caught in her throat as she felt the flames lick her skin. It was all a whirlwind of fear and pain and images flashing before her one good eye; a violent jolt at her hips; the feeling of falling; light-headedness; trying to scream but hearing nothing; the smell of burnt hair coming to the forefront of the general scorched bouquet filling the air. Was that the sound of a flying boat he was hearing, or was it just her imagination as death took her from this world? She hoped for the former, then everything went white.

“The flying boat!” She yelled, sitting up. She was in a titan-foot-shaped piece of flattened earth, miraculously unscathed.

“It took off,” Erwin said.

“Huh?” She tried to get up, but she seemed to either be glued to the floor, or her arms completely devoid of strength. She looked up to her commander, then to her aide next to him, extending a hand for Moblit to help her get up, but he just stood there. A third soldier turned around; it was Mike. She spotted Nanaba a bit further.

No, something was amiss. How could her comrades have arrived here so quickly? Their uniforms, they were … the old model. There was silence. Nothing smelled burnt.

It dawned on her. Of course, how could she forget. Suicide charge.

“Erwin … Everyone.” It was nice to see them again. She felt relieved. “Ugh, I swear; do you know how much I went through after you appointed me commander? The things that idiot Eren got up to …” She stretched her hand again. “Come on, help me get up and I’ll tell you all about it.” Erwin smiled, but stayed put.

“I will love to hear it,” he said kindly. “But not today.”

“Huh?”

“We’re sorry, Hange,” Moblit said, “but you can’t come with us just yet.”

Mike took a whiff. “You smell like barbecue.”

“You still have things to do,” Erwin said. A cloud of smoke obscured her vision. Squinting, she saw her comrades walk away.

“Wait! Erwin! Moblit!”

She couldn’t hear her own yells. She felt lightheaded, fell down backwards. That’s when it hit her.

PAIN.

Agonizing, searing, burning pain on her right side, from her head all over her arm and side down to her knee. Smell of burnt hair, burnt flesh, burnt everything. Taste of blood. Hange tried to scream, but only a choked sound came out her throat. Cracked lips. She opened her eye. She had a blurry vision of earth and rocks and a greyish sky. The horizon line was almost vertical.

So, I’m lying on my side, she thought before losing consciousness again.

She came to with a shiver, and the return of the excruciating agony of her wounds. Curious, she observed, how she could be trembling and burning at the same time. She tried to incorporate, and this time she did scream as the pain stabbed her from all fronts.

Panting, she looked around. Her glasses were broken, but one of the lenses was still intact. Holding it to her eye she saw she was, indeed, in a depression on the terrain, but the image of a barren land with an even titan-footprint pattern had been part of her near-death hallucination. The actual landscape was far harder and less poetic to look at. For Odiha had not been an endless steppe on which to play stamp pressing, but a thriving city with all that entailed. There was rubble everywhere: crushed buildings, fallen towers, cracked pavement. Hange had been lucky enough to have landed not on the hard debris but on a former park, judging by the flattened grass and flowers beneath her aching body, charring trees lying on the floor farther away, as well as the ruins of a marble fountain.

No, she reconsidered. She had been incredibly lucky to be alive at all. But how?

Howling in pain, she managed to get on her feet. A new, different pang shot up her left leg. Great, she had a sprained ankle as well.

A couple of her VMD gear straps were broken, and wire still hung out of her left winch. Limping very slowly due to the agony that came with every little movement, Hange got rid of what was left of her gear and followed the wire. She clambered over piles of brick, mounds of cobbles, pound gables, towards the rising column of steam that came from the second titan she had slayed. When the heat emanating from the decaying body made her burns flare up, she pulled the cord. Soon she found resistance and, after a few tugs that made her almost faint, the cord came free and she was able to haul the rest of it up to the anchor hook. Closer examination revealed smoking bits of titan flesh stuck to its grooves.

She remembered a violent yank and the sensation of falling slowly, like in a dream.

The anchor must have stuck at a weird angle, scraping down that titan’s flesh and arresting the fall.

She realized there weren’t many fires around. The colossal titan could produce heat at will, but since this ability seriously affected its muscle mass, and the rumbling was a distance run …

They do not aim to burn, just to trample everything. Their core temperature is clearly only able to ignite highly flamable substances. Those plants I woke up on, they looked poached, not roasted.

The sun was setting. She was all alone in the complete ruins of an unknown city thousands of kilometres from home. They must think I’m dead. If they’re still alive, that is. Should she ever want to have the chance to prove them wrong, she would need to find shelter and, if possible, water and medicines. Scanning her surroundings, in the distance she distinguished the remains of the port from where her comrades had took off.

Hange started to walk.

One. Two. Threeeee. F—”FUCK!!!” she screamed, tears spilling from her eye. Four.

She wanted to make haste, but still advanced at a (literally) painfully slow pace. Each step was torture: stepping on her left foot made her ankle throb; putting down her right foot caused her burns to hurt like hell. Her stomach was in knots and her head  was swimming.

She came to with her nerves on fire and bile mixing with the blood in her mouth. She got on all fours first, panting, thinking. After a few moments, she stood up.

Twelve. Thirteen.

She fainted three more times by the time she arrived to the port, one thousand ninety-three steps later. The sky was already dark, the sea choppy and full of debris. Hange rested against the flattened remains of the Port Authority building, two piers before the hangar where she had last seen her friends. Knowing that the piers were 100 metres away from one another and applying simple rule of 3, she reckoned she'd walked 700 metres, give or take, from her landing site to her current position. She inched along and over the rubble, searching for some protrusion that allowed her some shelter; looking upwards as she was, she almost fell into a whole in the earth; her reflexes were still quick enough, though, to avoid adding a bad fall to her condition. Once she recovered from a new ache-induced dizzy spell, she was able to marvel at what had almost swallowed her: A staircase. Heading towards a basement. The full moon thankfully provided enough light to make out that, despite the wrinkled, surrounding terrain, the stairs seemed still solid enough to climb down without fear of cave-ins.

Several minutes, curses and yells later, as she finally reached the lower level and her eye adapted to the faint light, Hange couldn't help but cry with happiness.

She was in a huge utility room of sorts, walls lined with shelves loaded with boxes and tins of every size, tools, bottles, bundles of stuff. There were two doors on each side of the room, though one was caved in with rubble from the ground floor. Another flight of stairs descended to a second basement. There were big fissures on the columns and walls, but the beams looked relatively well. No dust was falling from the cracks.

So hopefully the ceiling won't fall on me and kill me overnight. Though it'd be a better death than dehidration, infection or gangrene.

She walked to the desk propped net to the first door on the right and found one of those torches they had in the continent, which used something called a battery to power a miniature lightbulb. She thought the name was cute. Using the torch, she inspected the shelves, thanking Onyankopon for having taught her to read Marleyan script and bursting again into tears every time she came across something that could help her in the immediate future.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, thank gods! Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she actually cried out upon breaking the lock of the far side cabinet and discovering that it was indeed filled with drugs and medical supplies.

The stuff she needed most, she piled up near the stairs, where the moonlight was enough to see, thus conserving the torch batteries. The door nearest the drug cabinet let to a nurse's office; the one on the left side of the room was a pantry; the one next to the desk was a small office which also contained cleaning utensils.

When she finished her raid, she had blankets, rags, a beaker, bottled water, distilled water, a handful of sugar cubes, a variety of medical supplies, a spoon, and a tin of tuna.

First, she drank some water. There were only so many bottles, so she used the beaker as glass to ration the amount consumed. Next, she stripped, and assessed her wounds. They looked awful and felt worse, but most of the burns were first- and second-degree ones, which seemed to confirm the titans were conserving thermal energy and relying on mechanical force to carry out their raid. Crouching with her left knee on the floor, she bit a leather pen pouch she'd found and proceeded to clean the burns with distilled water, stopping every few moments and putting a sugar cube in her mouth to recover her dropping blood pressure. Once clean, she rubbed ointment on them, using a whole tube of it. The relief was heavenly. Next, she stuck an IV needle of her left hand and helped herself to a bag of saline solution. Then she tended the several scrapes and cuts and, lastly, she bandaged her ankle. With a second beaker of water, she downed a couple of painkillers and a vial of something labelled penicillin which she seemed to recall was good to stave infection. Finally, she ate the tuna with the spoon, half seated at the desk, while she logged the events of the day on the first available notepad.

She woke up in full daylight, burnt skin torturing her again. She was glad to only need 3/4 tube of ointment to mitigate the pain, partly because there were only two more left. She drank two beakers of water and plugged another bag of saline to her arm.

It occurred to her that it was very quiet. It made no sense, of course. The place was already deserted the night before. She thought to go outside, and as her sprained ankle quivered, she had an epiphany.

It’s not sound that’s missing. It’s vibration. They must have stopped it. They stopped the Rumbling!

Laughing with gratitude, she fell back into sleep. She woke up again in the afternoon, shivering. The thermometer confirmed she had a fever. She dragged herself to the nurse’s office, away from the drafts coming from the staircase. Equipped with enough drugs and tins to wait out a couple of days, she lay in the gurney and hoped for the best.

She was in a thick forest, the air hot and damp, clothes stuck to her sweaty body.

“Levi?” she called out. “Levi, where are you?”

“He’s right here,” Ilse Langnar said, gesturing to the tree hollow where her diary had been found.

“Levi!” Hange yelled, running to the tree, rummaging through the mass of torn out limbs that filled the hollow.

“Tch, relax, shitty glasses!” Levi said, leaning cross-armed against the tree. “I’m not dead yet.” He walked away, blood oozing from nowhere and gushing down his fringe and clothes. “And go take a bath, for fuck’s sake. You reek.”

She couldn’t find her IV. She drank the last bag of saline solution. She had to log this.

“I love the way you smell,” Mike said, ramming into her in her bedroom in the Trost barracks. Except it was Onyankopon. But she was fully dressed. And he was actually Mike and was giving her a foot massage, sniffing between each of her toes. “Hmmm … Rancid.”

She poured half a bottle of water over her face trying to drink straight from it. Did she have green peas in her hair? It smelled like shit. Where was the notebook?

“Speak up, you filthy cunt!” Yelena shouted, slapping her left and right with those man hands of her and shoving her across the small cell they were in. The stone walls were cold, humid and covered in slime. Hange held her hands up protectively and saw her fingernails had been ripped off.

“That’s alright, child,” Pastor Nick said, placing a hand on Yelena’s shoulder.

She kneeled at his feet, clawing to his tunic, whimpering. “The stench! I can’t take it!”

Pastor Nick shook her off and turned to Hange, a beatific smile on his face. “Walls bless you,” and he threw a bucket of cold, dirty water at her.

The first thing Hange saw on opening her eyes was a sliver of yellow light projecting from the half-shut doorway onto the ceiling. It must be late afternoon; that’s the only time of the day the sunrays could make it so far into the room.

“You were right, boys …” she smiled to the ceiling. “It fucking stinks in here.”

She sat up with relative ease. She was soaked in her own sweat and had peed herself at some point. Even in the dim light, the room looked like a hurricane had gone through it. Her burns hurt much less; she had no recollection of whether she’d applied more balm or not … How long had it been? Shit, the air did really smell putrid. She had to clean herself, she’d deal with the room later. The good news was that her foot also hurt noticeably less when she stepped down the gurney; the bad news was that the torch was out of batteries. She pulled the door open to let more light in. Something fell down from her head.

Oh. So they were peas alright.

She took the notebook and the last tube of burn ointment (capless, but full) and limped out to the main room. Then, she picked up the necessary things and moved to the entrance for light. Not knowing if she’d find more water than the one still available to her, proper washing was out of the question. She cleaned herself with rags soaked in water and vinegar. The burns looked better; the worse ones were festering some, but the itching was a good sign. She dabbed the pus with a clean gauze, rubbed ointment were possible. The cuts were healing nicely.

Her hair, though, was half burnt, half matted and fully hopeless. She cut it as short as she could, wielding the scissors blindly as the only mirror she’d found was pocket-sized. Not that Mike would suddenly come back from the dead for a quickie and run off again, spooked by her lack of style. She did miss Mike.

Clothing was tricky. There were several uniforms and scrubs available, but the blisters and tender flesh from her ribs to her thigh made it nigh impossible to wear trousers. After some rummaging, she finally put on two hospital gowns, one tied to the back and another to the front, and cut a hole in a blanket to fashion a poncho.

When she was done making herself presentable, Hange sat at the desk and checked her notes from the fever. If they could be called notes. There was indecipherable scrawling, disjointed words, random lines, and a smear of something that looked suspiciously like excrement. She tore that page off and binned it with a grimace. Sighing, she grabbed some food and for the first time in … however long it had been, she climbed up the stairs.

The setting sun was just touching the sea, calm as a lake now, debris neatly lumped along the shoreline. She sat on a flat chunk of concrete, taking in the view. If the Rumbling had stopped when she thought it had, there must be still a fraction of humanity left to build from the wreckage. If she had been able to survive with such slim odds, there had to be many more people whose lives had been spared by the skin of their teeth.

There was enough food supplies in that basement to last for more than a week, two if she rationed them wisely. There had to be more intact basements with non-perishable food, kitchen utensils, clothes, medicines, stationery. She knew how to make a fire. She was certain she would eventually find a broken pump or fountain from which to get drinking water and, if not, she would find the way to obtain it from rain and dew. Plants would regrow. Animals would breed.

She opened a can of peaches in syrup and a bottle of beer and treated herself to it. It was an evening to celebrate.

Sooner or later, someone would find her.

By then, she would be ready. Never mind that she’d missed a few days of notes. From now on, she’d log everything. And when they did find her, they would know every effect and consequence of the Rumbling in this city in the weeks, months, or years to come. It would be the most comprehensive case study of the continent. She owed her friends that much.

“Till we meet again.” She raised her beer towards the setting sun.

It was a pyrrhic victory, but victory at last.

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