Dead Redemption

Prologue
Wunderbar! Hello reader.

Before you ask, my name is Edward Richtofen. Hahaha, joy~

But getting to the point. I decided to write this diary. I'm 20 years old now. The Nazi Rebellion is beginning. I'm being dragged into the army. Stupid, right?

What will my girlfriend do while I'm away? Will she be okay? I'm also being stationed to work for Group 935. I hope that it'll be pleasant there. All these Jews dying makes me sick. Most of Germany's people are Jewish, we're killing our own friends and family.

I hope you get this, Lilith. I'll miss you.

Chapter 1
I walk down the hallway shakily. Today is the first day on the job. I'm nervous-I'm young for a soldier, I know that. But I want to be important. I need the money to support my family...with Mother and Father killed in a fight with those damn Americans, I need this.

"Hello, Doctor Richtofen." a man speaks behind me. I whirl around, blinking clumsily.

The man who had interrupted my thinking wasn't too shabby. He had neatly colored brown hair, and blue eyes behind thick frames. He was a scientist, like I'm supposed to be. He smiles back at me, despite my disappointment.

"Umm, hi." I stammer, trying to look away in hopes not to show my fear.

I wonder quickly about Lilith. We're getting married in June, of course, reader. I told you, she's my girlfriend, but the man quickly speaks up again.

"I'm Doctor Ludvig Maxis, Edvard." he introduces with a nod. He blinks, waiting for my response.

"Umm, right, I understand sir." I reply, still distracted.

"Come to my office, so we can know each other a little better." Maxis replies with a smile, understanding my concern. He slowly turns and walks down the white-walled hallway. I nod and follow.

This place is eerie, and has a weird look to it. All the pictures are of Group 935's symbol, or Undead, or just...death. It's disturbing, and hard to take in. What will this place to do me? Turn me into an animal? Kill me and reanimate my corpse?

He opens a chesnut-brown door, with the words "Our Chairman" carved on. Oh my. This Maxis guy was my boss. Great. No wonder he knows my name already.

"Sit down." Maxis demands, but he's gentle and understanding in tone. I slowly lower myself into the wooden chair. It's hard. And Cold. No cushioning. What was this, a death sentence? Was he going to pull out my livers and feed them to hellhounds?

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