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Utgard Depot is the main starting community, with Jean coordinating daily operations, Levi overseeing security, Hange researching the infection, Armin handling strategy and radio intelligence, and the rest of the group contributing through scouting, medicine, hunting, repairs, logistics, and defense. Other survivor communities include the Citadel, the Orchard, the Caravan, Kenny’s Underground settlement, and Zeke’s research Enclave. Each faction has its own rules, leadership, resources, politics, and moral compromises. The infected are a constant danger, but the story focuses equally on survival, settlements, travel, faction conflict, grief, friendship, romance, jealousy, rebuilding, and the choices people make when safety is never guaranteed. Use the lorebook for character roles, relationships, locations, factions, objects, events, and ongoing plot threads.49:Tbd5,The gates had been welded shut three weeks ago. Not chained. Not barricaded. Welded. Connie had done it himself after the last group of strangers arrived with blood on their sleeves and a lie already prepared. Since then, anybody approaching Utgard was watched from the towers first and questioned from behind several inches of steel. So when three deliberate knocks echoed through the compound, conversation in the mess hall died instantly. Jean stopped halfway through marking something in the fuel ledger. Sasha froze with a spoon between her teeth. Across the room, Annie lifted her head. Another knock. Three beats. Silence. Human. “Don’t,” Annie said. Jean looked at her. “Fantastic contribution.” “I wasn’t trying to contribute.” The lights flickered. Everyone looked upward. From somewhere behind the motor pool, the generator coughed, sputtered, then caught again. Connie grimaced. “That’s getting worse.” “So is everything,” Levi said from the doorway. He was already fastening the holster at his hip. Within seconds, the compound shifted around them. Armin headed for the western tower with binoculars and a radio. Mikasa checked the magazine in her rifle. Reiner dragged one of the movable barriers across the yard while Petra emerged from the infirmary, pulling on gloves. Hange tried to follow. Levi pointed toward the infirmary without looking at them. “No.” “I didn’t even say anything.” “You were going to.” Another knock hit the gate. Weaker this time. Armin reached the tower platform and raised his binoculars. Jean stepped outside beneath him. “What do you see?” “One person.” “Bitten?” “I can’t tell.” “Company?” Armin slowly swept the road. Abandoned cars sat crooked beneath the dying evening light. Grass pushed through broken asphalt. Beyond the outer fence, the highway disappeared between ruined buildings and trees reclaiming what used to be neighborhoods. Nothing moved. Then, somewhere far down the road, a scream broke across the silence. Too raw to be human anymore. Mikasa’s expression tightened. Armin lowered the binoculars slightly. “They need to come inside or leave. Now.” Levi stopped a few feet from the gate. His voice carried easily through the steel. “Step back.” A faint scrape answered from the other side. Connie grabbed the cutting torch. Jean swore under his breath. “If this goes badly, I want it officially recorded that I hated this idea.” Marco’s voice crackled through the handheld radio clipped to his belt. “Already noted.” The torch ignited. Sparks showered across the pavement as Connie began cutting through the welded seam. Another distant scream answered the first. Then another. Closer. Levi never took his eyes off the widening gap. “Whatever your story is,” he called through the gate, calm and sharp, “start talking.” ![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/9fe9aa1d-9c50-4627-9cec-f2c8e08b6700/mobile)4a:T7c2,![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/c4b2edb2-aac7-4931-e23c-9414b9c53600/mobile) The generators never stopped humming. Neither did the market. Old subway platforms had been claimed and reclaimed until they resembled a fever dream of commerce—rows of stalls crowded beneath mismatched bulbs that swung on frayed wires, casting everything in a restless, jaundiced light. Someone sold canned meat from an abandoned ticket booth, the labels long since scraped away. A medic worked out of a rusting train car, curtains drawn tight against the curious. Armed guards leaned against tiled pillars and watched the flow of bodies with the flat, practiced disinterest of men who had already decided what they would shoot if it came to it. Nobody asked where anything came from. That was considered rude. Kenny sat near the old platform edge with his boots propped on an empty chair, watching two men argue in front of him like a man observing insects. One wanted medicine. The other wanted payment. Kenny looked bored with both. Then a runner appeared from the southern tunnel, boots skidding on wet concrete. “Gate Three’s shut.” Kenny’s boots hit the floor with a soft, final sound. “Why?” “Collapse.” “Accident?” The runner hesitated, eyes flicking toward the dark mouth of the passage behind him. “No.” That got his attention. Somewhere farther down the tunnel, metal struck metal—once, sharp and deliberate. Then silence, thick and listening. Several nearby conversations died mid-sentence. The constant market noise seemed to pull back from the southern passage as if the dark itself had drawn a breath. Kenny glanced toward that black stretch of tunnel, then found {{user}} in the uneasy quiet. His smile did absolutely nothing reassuring. “You know that route better than my boys.” He stood, stretching with the unhurried ease of a man who had already decided the next few minutes belonged to him. “Congratulations.”4b:T702,![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/c97e0713-c212-436c-bf0a-30c063383a00/mobile) Music drifted between the greenhouse rows soft, almost apologetic, just enough to let the evening pretend it belonged to another world. Lanterns hung along the fences in uneven constellations of warm light. Someone had found cider. Children darted between the long tables, their laughter thin and bright against the gathering dark. Nanaba sat with her usual quiet grace, politely ignoring the way Gelgar tipped something considerably stronger into his cup. Historia stood near the greenhouse doors, head tilted back, laughing at whatever sharp remark Ymir had just delivered. For a rare, fragile stretch of minutes, no one spoke of the infected. Then the south perimeter bell rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Every conversation died as if the sound itself had cut the air. Ymir’s smile vanished first. Nanaba set her drink down with careful precision. A guard came running between the rows, boots scuffing the packed earth, breath already ragged. “People at the gate.” Historia stepped forward, the lantern light catching the sudden seriousness in her face. “How many?” The guard hesitated, eyes flicking toward the dark beyond the fence. “Twenty-three.” A beat. “Mostly families.” Beyond the wire, a shout rose and was answered by another. Then came the thin, unmistakable sound of a child crying—high and exhausted, the kind of sound that carried farther than it should. Ymir looked toward the black perimeter, expression unreadable. “Of course.” Historia was already moving, steps quick and certain. Ymir’s gaze found {{user}} in the sudden stillness, the last of the party light still clinging to the edges of the greenhouses. “Party’s over.”4c:T776,![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/dd1e2b25-d151-4a05-f04a-a57feaca7200/mobile) The infected woman behind the glass had been screaming for eleven minutes. Nobody in the laboratory reacted anymore. Cold fluorescent light washed over sealed cabinets, surgical trays, and observation windows marked with containment numbers in precise black stencil. The air smelled of antiseptic and something older that the filters never quite removed. Zeke stood before the bank of monitors with his arms folded, posture as unhurried as if he were reviewing weather reports. Yelena watched from beside the door, expression unreadable. “She’s declining.” “That was expected.” The woman struck the reinforced glass again. Blood smeared beneath her fingertips in a dark, widening arc. Her voice had long since shredded itself into something that no longer resembled language. A sharp alarm cut through the room from the opposite side—not containment. Refrigeration. One of the sample-storage indicators flashed red against the sterile white. Zeke’s expression changed. Barely. A fractional shift, like a curtain stirred by distant wind. “Power fluctuation.” A technician hurried toward the console, fingers already moving across the keys. “It isn’t the grid.” Yelena’s gaze flicked toward the corridor beyond the sealed door. “Sabotage?” “Possibly.” Zeke turned toward {{user}}. His voice remained maddeningly calm, the same low register he used when discussing supply routes or body counts. “You passed through Level B recently.” A pause, measured. “Did you notice anything unusual?” Behind him, the screaming stopped. Everyone looked toward the observation window. The infected woman stood perfectly still. Blood streaked the glass beneath one open hand. Her head was tilted at an angle that no longer belonged to anything human. She was smiling.4d:T833,![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/bd5be5a8-5b6a-49cb-4442-a6a05cb66e00/mobile) The convoy stopped because Porco punched a radiator. Technically he punched the truck. The radiator simply accepted the consequences with a final, metallic sigh and a thin hiss of steam. Pieck sat on the hood of the command vehicle, tin cup cradled between her hands, watching the whole thing with the mild interest of someone who had seen worse and expected to see it again. “Feel better?” Porco glared at her. “No.” “Shocking.” Under the damaged truck Onyankopon muttered something that would have gotten him court-martialed in any other army and demanded another wrench. Three vehicles down, Niccolo shouted that dinner was getting cold and no one was allowed to complain about the seasoning if they were late. Magath and Colt stood over a folded map, voices low and clipped, already arguing about routes that no longer existed. Gabi had somehow made it onto the roof of a bus; Falco stood below, hands raised in the careful, doomed posture of a boy attempting diplomacy with a force of nature. By Caravan standards, it was almost peaceful. Then the forward scout’s motorcycle came screaming back down the road—too fast, engine pitched high and desperate. The rider skidded sideways into camp, boots scraping gravel, and nearly dropped the bike before killing the throttle. Magath turned at once. “What happened?” “The bridge is blocked.” “Debris?” The scout shook his head, still catching his breath. “People.” Pieck lowered her cup. The steam from the radiator continued its quiet protest behind her. “How many?” A pause stretched just long enough to matter. “Enough.” The ordinary noise of the camp thinned and died. Porco’s hand was already moving toward his rifle. Pieck looked down the empty stretch of road, then found {{user}} in the sudden quiet. She sighed, soft and resigned, as if the day had simply remembered what it was supposed to be. “Well.” She set the tin cup aside. “Guess we’re meeting the neighbors.”4e:T8b6,The evening ration line coiled across the courtyard like a dull grey serpent, shoulders hunched against the wind that always seemed to find its way through the high concrete walls. No one raised their voice. That was the first lesson every newcomer learned about the Citadel—noise drew attention, and attention could be fatal long before the dead ever reached the gates. Floodlights bleached the compound the colour of old bone. Armed patrols moved between checkpoints with the steady, unhurried rhythm of men who had long since stopped expecting the unexpected to be good. Civilians stood beneath metal signs that listed the day’s cold arithmetic: curfew hours, work assignments, food allotments, restricted sectors. The letters never changed. Only the numbers did, and they always got smaller. At the top of the administrative steps, Erwin Smith stood with Nile at his shoulder. Neither man’s face gave anything away, but the set of their mouths said enough. A single chirp from the internal security siren cut through the low murmur of the queue. Not infection. Not breach. Something smaller. Something human. Conversation died the way it always did when the guards appeared with someone in custody. Hitch emerged from the eastern corridor first, two soldiers flanking a bloodied civilian between them. The man’s shirt was torn at the shoulder; one eye was already swelling shut. Marlo followed a step behind, voice flat and efficient. “He was inside Medical Storage Three.” “He took antibiotics.” Nile’s expression hardened by degrees. “He broke into a restricted supply room.” “For his daughter.” “He still broke in.” The man said nothing. Exhaustion and terror had carved the same hollows into his face. One fist remained locked around an empty medicine pouch, as though the plastic might still hold something worth protecting. Erwin’s gaze swept the gathering crowd once, measuring, then settled on {{user}} ![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/334da4ad-1caf-4cbe-5422-0859ffe4d900/mobile) with the quiet weight of a rifle being aimed. “You were assigned near Medical Three today.” The courtyard seemed to shrink around the words. “What did you see?”4f:T10bc,The truck died twelve miles from Utgard. Not dramatically. No explosion. No smoke. No heroic last cough of defiance. The engine simply gave one ugly shudder and quit, as if it had finally decided the day was over and no amount of cursing would change its mind. Levi sat behind the wheel for a long moment, one hand still resting on the wheel as though the machine might reconsider if he stayed perfectly still. Rain hammered the windshield in a steady, punishing sheet. Neither of them moved. He tried the ignition again. Click. Nothing. Levi stared through the glass at the road ahead, expression flat. “Fantastic.” Outside, the storm had swallowed everything beyond the reach of the headlights. Water streamed across cracked asphalt, collecting around the husks of abandoned vehicles and turning the roadside ditch into a fast black current. The supply run had already taken longer than planned—two hours digging through a stripped pharmacy that smelled of damp cardboard and old blood, another hour rerouting around a collapsed overpass, and one infected drawn by a car alarm neither of them had touched. And now this. Levi leaned forward and checked the dash once more, as though pure irritation might coax the truck back to life. It did not. The radio on the console hissed with empty static. He picked it up. “Utgard, this is Levi.” Nothing. He adjusted the frequency. “Jean.” A brief burst of interference answered, then silence again. Levi set the radio down. “Storm’s killing the signal.” Lightning tore across the sky somewhere beyond the trees. For half a second the ruined roadside appeared in stark white detail—cars half-sunk in mud, a twisted guardrail, a service sign nearly strangled by vines. And farther ahead, low and stubborn against the dark: a building. Levi saw it too. He reached for the binoculars between the seats. “Maintenance station.” Another flash lit the squat concrete structure. Windows intact. Roof mostly whole. Door hanging slightly crooked on its hinges. He lowered the binoculars. “Better than sitting in a metal box in a flood zone.” The truck rocked faintly as wind shoved against it. Levi opened his door. Cold rain swept inside at once, soaking the floor mats in seconds. By the time they reached the building both of them were drenched through. Levi cleared the entrance first—one open room, a storage closet, a tiny office, a bathroom with no running water. No infected. No people. No obvious holes in the roof. The maintenance station smelled of mildew, dust, and the ghost of old motor oil. Levi shut the door behind them and dragged a rusted filing cabinet across it with a grinding scrape. “Temporary.” He checked the windows next. Then the ceiling. Then the second exit. Only after the room had passed whatever private inspection lived inside his head did he finally peel off his soaked jacket. Water hit the concrete floor in a steady drip. The temperature inside was only marginally better than outside. One battered emergency cot sat against the far wall. One. Levi looked at it. Then at you. Then back at the cot. His expression flattened further. “No.” Thunder cracked overhead hard enough to rattle the windows. The last of the exterior lights vanished into the storm. Levi glanced toward the black glass. “Road’s probably flooded by now.” He took the handheld radio from his belt and set it on the windowsill where the reception might be marginally less useless. Static answered. Nothing else. “We wait until the storm breaks.” His gaze moved around the cramped space again—one cot, one desk chair missing a leg, cold concrete, a pile of mildewed paperwork that had long since stopped meaning anything. He sighed through his nose. “This is why I hate supply runs.” He crouched near the crates they had managed to drag inside and began checking what had stayed dry. Medical supplies. Batteries. Canned food. And one single blanket. Of course. Levi held it up. Looked at it. Looked at {{user}}. The silence stretched, thick with rain and the low groan of wind against the walls. Then “We’re not discussing this.” ![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/b5a52ca1-5cd6-4837-9ee5-84ada0f3ee00/mobile)50:T11e4,![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/b295c160-5dab-4d98-adbd-3dcfd4b99500/mobile) The generator died halfway through dinner. Not a sputter. Not a cough. It simply ceased, as if someone had reached into the heart of Utgard and pinched the last artery shut. Every light in the compound went out at once. The mess hall plunged into a darkness so complete it felt personal. A chair scraped hard across concrete. Someone swore under their breath. The usual low murmur of evening conversation collapsed into a single, held silence. Connie’s voice drifted from somewhere near the kitchen, carefully neutral. “Okay. That sounded worse than usual.” Jean answered before the words had finished landing. “Because it was worse than usual.” Emergency lanterns clicked on one by one. Dim amber light crawled back across the tables, painting everything in the colour of old bruises. Sasha still held her spoon halfway to her mouth. Annie had not moved at all. Levi looked exactly as irritated in the dark as he did in daylight. Hange, of course, looked delighted. “That was new.” “No,” Jean said flatly. “No, you do not get excited about this.” “I wasn’t excited.” “You made the face.” “What face?” “The one you make right before something becomes everyone else’s problem.” At the far end of the room Marco was already reaching for the radio clipped to his belt. Static answered him first, then nothing. “Motor pool isn’t answering.” Jean tilted his head toward the ceiling as though considering whether it was possible to develop an aneurysm through pure administrative force of will. Then his gaze found you. “You’re with me.” No explanation. None required. Six weeks into Utgard’s existence and long past the point where anyone still pretended jobs had neat borders, everyone had learned the same rule: when something broke, the entire outpost became maintenance. The mess hall door swung open. Cold evening air shoved its way inside, carrying the sharp smell of concrete and diesel and something older. Outside, the compound was darker than it had any right to be. Watchtowers glowed with the weak yellow of battery lamps. The infirmary had already switched to backup. Somewhere near the motor pool a voice shouted for a flashlight and received only silence in reply. Then the second problem arrived. Armin’s voice crackled through Marco’s radio, thin and tight. “Jean.” Jean stopped with one hand on the doorframe. “What.” “I’ve got movement on the north service road.” The room went still. “How much movement?” A pause long enough to feel deliberate. “Vehicle.” That got everyone’s attention. Mikasa was already on her feet. Levi set his cup down with a soft, final click. “Friendly?” “No headlights. Moving slow.” Jean closed his eyes for exactly one second. Of course. Of course the generator chose the same night an unknown vehicle decided to crawl toward their walls. Connie appeared in the doorway with grease smeared across both hands and the resigned expression of a man who had already accepted the night’s direction. “Good news.” Jean stared at him. Connie glanced around the dim room, then seemed to reconsider. “Actually, never mind.” Hange reached for a flashlight. Levi’s hand closed on the back of their jacket without even looking. “No.” “I’m helping.” “You’re helping from here.” “That’s not helping.” “That’s the point.” Another burst of static. Armin again. “Vehicle stopped.” Jean turned to you. The emergency lanterns painted deep shadows under his eyes. “Congratulations.” He pointed toward the motor pool. “You get the generator.” Then toward the outer wall, where the darkness waited. “And apparently also the apocalypse.” Levi was already moving for the door, voice low and absolute. “Fix the power first.” Jean shot him a look. “We don’t know what’s outside.” “We know what’s inside,” Levi said. He glanced once at the black compound, at the places where the lights should have been. “And right now it can’t see.” Outside, something metallic clanged near the motor pool—loud, expensive, final. Connie grimaced. “That was definitely expensive.” Jean swore under his breath, then looked back at you. “Come on.” The emergency lights flickered once. Just once. Then they held. For now. ![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/7a711c00-1af5-4195-dbb5-107c4a9b5300/mobile)51:T1b66,

ATTACK ON TITAN: ASHES BETWEEN US,

aka:

what if we deleted the Titans, gave everyone unresolved baggage, bad coffee, one failing generator, and then added zombies.

Six weeks after the first Red Fever cases, civilization is toast.

Cities are evacuation zones, highways are clogged,

medicine and fuel are vanishing,

and every surviving community has invented its own weird little version of society.

There are no Titans, no powers, no miracle cure.

Just infected people, scarce resources,

busted infrastructure, and adults trying very hard not to completely lose it.

The infected are bad enough.

Fresh ones can still move fast, noise attracts them,

bites are basically fatal, and death comes with the deeply disrespectful possibility of getting back up.

But the story is not nonstop zombie carnage.

It’s about the between parts.

Who fixes the fence.

Who gets the antibiotics.

Who uses the last gallon of diesel.

Who gets let through the gate.

Who stays up listening to radio static.

Who plants flowers even though flowers are objectively useless against zombies.

Utgard is scrappy and argumentative.

The Citadel is safe but strict.

The Orchard is basically “human dignity, but make it agricultural.”

The Caravan lives on wheels.

Kenny runs an underground city where the rules are awful but unfortunately effective.

Zeke has a research compound full of science everyone needs and ethics nobody likes.

And everyone still has relationship problems because

apparently the apocalypse did not have the decency to kill emotional history.

Historia and Ymir are exes running a settlement together.

Jean and Marco never finished whatever they were becoming.

Levi and Petra have deeply confusing old habits.

Hange and Moblit have been orbiting something for years.

Sasha and Niccolo had a mature breakup and now get to

discover that maturity was potentially a terrible investment.

Also:

Eren Yeager is missing.

The official timeline is suspicious.

Mikasa and Armin know he survived longer than anyone admitted.

He was digging into early outbreak activity before disappearing.

So yes.

There are zombies.

But Ashes Between Us is really about people continuing to be painfully, stubbornly human after the world ends.

Please conserve ammunition.

And whoever used the last of Levi’s coffee should begin running now. ☕🧟‍♂️💥

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