Chapter 7: Hitler

Hitler was exhausted and sleeping in a puddle of gore while thousands of germans died all around inside and outside the prison facility, a psychotic skinny tortured prisoner was staring at Hitler, he noticed he was sleeping face down with his ass pointing up so he decided to insert a crowbar inside his rectum because he had mental issues and was stressed.

After this he tried to escape by walking outside but the screams and panic where too much and he got a PTSD attack and started killing guards and prisoners alike with his bear hands, then an atomic bomb fell from the sky and the entire building and land exploded with radiation and everyone dead.

Several hours passed by, Hitler was not dead but he woke up in a pile of ashes and corpses, he was very hurt and the radiation had damaged most of his chromosomes but he was alive, he was hurt so he started walking on 4s like an animal and realized he was in the underground dungeons but it was underground no more because the atomic bomb deleted the whole thing and now the sky and the clouds could be watched.

Then Hitler recognized something, a pattern on the concrete, his life's work was hidden on his cell before the war destroyed everything, this fear and excitement he crawled to his old cell, it was easy to recognize after, he found it! His long manifesto was intact inside the hole on stone Hitler used to hide it.

"Eureka!" Hitler said in German and started kissing the makeshift pages written with his own blood, the only friend he ever has survived the war, he then stood up difficultly, since there was so much pain and walked towards the edge of a cliff, the cliff of dead he never managed to recognize before.

This prison facility was on a German island next to a beach, the sun started to rise, even though Hitler mind body and spirit were completely broken he smiled. Standing directly in front of the sunrise he felt more inspired than ever, looking around he could see a ridiculous amount of dead bodies everywhere, he was possibly the only person alive in the area, for one second he considered changing his name and start over to dominate the world but he didn't because he was Hitler the fuhrer of the world!

Previously, 20 hours ago, up the shore, there was a gruesome sight, the most valuable and elite army from the allies was reduced to nothing, as all their bodies where disfigured, crucified on bizzare shaped stalagmites that seemingly spouted from the ground itself, and the rest where contorted in uncompressible positions by an unknown force.

From a scout plane an allied pilot witnessed several shadowy figures moving at unnatural speeds, playing with all the corpses nearby and spreading their blood in an artistic fashion, not too far away there was a ship, a huge military ship from the British escaping the German beach.

Inside this thing there were a tea of scientific medics trying to save the life of two of the only 6 agents who managed to escape the scene and live, this 2 were Cloud and Chad, both dismembered, burn and having hemorrhages everywhere.

The doctor put injection on Chad and also serum, but when he tried the same on Cloud he was stopped, he got his consciousness back and got very angry and aggressive despise being at the edge of death, he swing his left arm because that was the only are he had left and knocked the doctor unconscious, then a combat medic jumped in and drowned his rage with a mask that had the most potent anesthesia ever so they could start the surgery uninterrupted.

Suddenly a tall figure walked into the operation room, it was… 28th U.S. president Woodrow Wilson.

"So this is what the British where crying about all along" said Woodrow.

"AUHAUAHUAHUHUHUHJHJHGJ" Said the allied general while grasping strongly on his blanket and crying blood from his eyes, then he began mumbling incompressibly and a nurse had to send him to the psychiatric ward.

"Time for the greatest nation on the word to intervene" he said as the US anthem started sounding in a radio nearby.