i was laying down thinking it's been 30 years of peace i don't know if I should feel lucky or cursed for getting born in a time like this that's what I keep saying everyday then I heard a voice, I heard before hundreds of times it was my officer telling me it's my time to patrol the hellhole
I got up and picked up my rifle then started making my way through downtown I passed through here more times than I count that I memorized most of people faces but I still never had any conversation with any of them they always walking like robots with no feelings or emotions occasionally they would be talking in phone repeating the same conversation and i start to wonder if this is all a loop i wonder if they real people but i know most people get executed for thinking like this so pretend you didn't hear me say.
streets were filled with electric engine sounds and the footsteps of people walking wearing fancy suits and dresses written on all of them the Reich separated by bands groups in high positions would have red bands while the people in middle class would have blue bands and soldiers like me would have white bands some would have black bands they are called the storm corps there's nothing much about them they only appear when you on the run they are so successful that crimes dropped to 5% since they been formed you could say they are your worst nightmare and then after minutes of walking I saw the checkpoint gate I call it the gate to hell because after it is just the wasteland.