The Aftermath

Chapter 2

After semmingly endless minutes he was finally outside and on his way to a black Volkwagen,just like he had imagined it.The impatient officer shoves him inside before the car started to drive,surrounded by tanks and other protective vehicels.The street was almost a giant pothole and the car had to drive around piles and piles of rubble littering everything. 3.Reich laid his spinning head against the window and watched the destroyed Berlin flying by like it was the first time.Of corse his main city had not been spared either.The buildings were just burned down framework with emty windows and black burned stones.The piles were almost so big as the former houses themself.A depressing sight for a nation.3.Reich could not take it anymore and closed his eyes.Quietly he cursed the slow drive.He had things to do,for god's sake.But even with closed eyes he could not shut out the sounds.The cracking of the ruins and his body,the quiet rustling of the engine and the ground shaking when a bomb exploded and made his gut twich.The howling of the sirens started to annoy him. "M-Mein Führer...?" The voice of the officer sounded even squeaky and scared as before. "You w-will get send i-into the bunker and... then we w-wait until the inva-attack is over." He didn't need to explain that.And he had also noticed the little slip of the tounge.3.Reich growled angrily.If the situation were no so serious he would have the guy shot for doubting him.But he contolled himself and forced his eyes open.The city,wich was standing since the times of the Holy Roman Empire would soon no longer exist.What a shame.The same fate should hit every nation who had dared attacking him.If only he had more bombs available...The car came to a stop.

Soldiers jumped out from the other vehicels and creating a protective ring around him as the 3.Reich forced himself out of the car.The tension in the air was clearly noticeable as he walked hunched over to the bunker.Pushed on from his millitary staff he got shoved into the open door without getting the chance to really say goodbye to his main city.The heavy door closed shut and everything got dark.The emergency lights flickerd on and 3.Reich blinked as the cold light stung in his eyes.Panting,he gasped for air.The short sprint had cost him almost all of his power.Scowling he thought of the times in wich he could have ripped apart a whole company of enemy soldiers without even breaking a sweat.Or invading contries in a little more then two to three weeks.Overwhelm defenses,breaking bones to dust with a single punch,attacking so fast that...But all of this seemed so far away now.Now he was just a shadow of himself.Pathetic!Hunched over he crept through the grey,plain tunnels of the bunker.The officer wagged around nervously still infront of him. 3.Reich tried to ignore his worried looks and pressed his hand on his stomace as he felt the burning wounds again.His room was just over there.Gasping he leand against the wall and gave the hurrying over officer a devastating look what makes him walk backwards. "I...don't...need...help...",he hissed between clenched teeth.No,not him!Who needed help anyways?The pain stuck him again,even more painful then before.They were pretty fast.His legs were shaking and a little crack echoed through the corridor.A scream stuck in his throat but 3. Reich could keep it in the last second.Do not show any weakness,especially not before his own people.With deep breaths he tried to calm himself down.Just go on and pretend nothing has happend.The last steps felt like walking on glowing coals.Finally he was there.

The officer held the heavy door open(what he was thankful for) and watched his tense posture. 3.Reich wished he would finally dissapear."Mein F-Führer..?",he asked carefully."What?", he growled back wearily. "W-We can...still w-win the war,right?" 3.Reich smiled briefly but it was not a happy one.Oh,he raised them so well...How proud he was. "Of corse.",he answerd and heard something like sarcasm out of his voice. "Everything will turn out fine." The officer smiled uncertainly. "And now,Abmarsch! The enemy are not dying on his own." "Jawohl!" He saluted him the last time before he turned around and closed the door behind him. 3.Reich led out his  breath and slumped on his knees.Groaning,he tried to breathe slowly and moaned in pain into the carpet as he could finally live out the pain.Again he could just curse his enemys for his suffering.What was their damm problem?Or better said,his? Even if his world was literary breaking apart you could at least keep your attitude.It is not appropriate for a empire to crawl on the ground,would his father say.With grim determination he crawled over to a coffee table and pulled himself up on his feet on it.Quietly cursing he limped over to his desk and broke down on the chair behind it,before the pain could kill him. 3.Reich gasped for air and blinked the sweat out of his eyes.That he was in this pathetic state for walking across a room made him chuckle a little.What a personal failure.It couldn't get any more embrassing.Just so embrassing like losing a war you started yourself. "Shut up,Vater.",he murmured absently.The leftovers of his hands were shaking out of exhaustion.Again a wave of pain flooded over his body and rememberd him of that what would happen to him if...