He awoke in a cold sweat, and was surprised to find himself in a strange looking dirt room with bunks all around. He climbed off of the bunk he awoke on and found an exit, the only problem was it was marked "Kaserne Nr. 105, Infanterieregiment 5, Kompanie 4". Useless words to him, but they helped him figure out which godforsaken corner of the world he was in. He walked into the doorway and found himself in a trench system of sorts, and was quickly spotted by soldiers of a military he couldn't identify. They restrained him and brought him to someone who appeared to be the authoritative figure, all the while talking to him in German, a futile effort, as he could never fathom to understand the language. He racked his mind, thinking how to get out from this hellhole of a trench and go back home. Suddenly, the soldiers stopped and listened, then started to take cover, and signaled him to do the same. That's when the first explosions started to go off. His world rocked and shook like it had never before, and although he was used to the occasional earthquake, this was nothing like it. There was nowhere to be safe. And when the explosions stopped, a whistle faintly sounded across the field of mud, craters, and barbed wire. Suddenly, he heard cries of soldiers charging into battle, and the soldiers who held him dropped him to man a gun that fired faster that he had ever heard guns fire. Suddenly the charging soldiers screamed and cried in pain, and dropped like flies. The cases fired from the gun ricocheted all around him, burning him and deafening him from the sheer power of the bullet being fired. He started to get more afraid of what the soldiers would do to him once they won. If they won. Out of nowhere, the man on the gun dropped dead in a cloud of pink mist and brain matter, leaving his supporter to grieve over his body. Out of the blue, two soldiers unlike the others ran into the room and pointed their guns at him and the grieving soldier. "What the bloody hell?" one of the soldiers said, extremely confused as to why a kid is in the machine gunners room. Finally, he thought, people who speak English! "Don't shoot! I'm not here supporting the men who shot at you! I woke up in the room with the bunks! Please, don't shoot!" He cried, desperately trying not to die. Then, oddly, he started to feel tired and started to drift off in and out of consciousness, while the soldiers hurriedly tried to keep him awake, and suddenly, darkness. He had no idea where he was, only that he was in an infinity of blackness. He started to stir, realizing he was asleep, to the faint noise of his mothers voice trying to wake him up. And suddenly, nothing. He was gone. Everything was. He thought he was dead. He wasn't. He was just in limbo.
