It's been a while... - Levi x Reader Reader POV
I was running non stop. Passing through the filthy and deserted alley ways where the homeless use to be.
I sprinted at my fastest.
And I didn't stop.
If I stepped on anything sharp such as glass, I couldn't care less.
All that mattered to me was escaping.
I turned to look back. Two grown men with daggers in their hands, waiting for my blood to be stained on their sharp weapons.
I stare at my own hand, that was wielding a thick kitchen knife. The blood had dried up on it and some had splattered on that particular arm and face. Showing evidence that I had taken a life just to escape.
It's not that I like killing.
... I hate even the thought of killing.
But it's necessary... For a place that I live in.
I looked at my other hand of mine that held bread. Three in fact. And I held them close to my chest.
Killing for food? That's the Underground District for you. It's only natural. You are forced to do what ever it takes to survive out in this world.
I really needed t