I decided not to go to the store and just stayed home with Oma and decided to clean some of my weapons to go shoot some trees around the house later. Oma was cooking a chicken in the oven, I tried to tell her I'd make dinner and tried to force her to rest, but only resulted in being whipped out of the kitchen with a small towel, so I ended up falling asleep in the recliner- gun in hands. I probably looked like I was from the south with all of my guns around me. When I woke up, I looked at the clock on the wall and I had only slept for roughly twenty minutes, then continued to finish putting my 98k karabiner together and put a mag in it and started on my luger. Before I started disassembling the weapon I stopped and listened. Something wasn't right, other than Oma's occasional snore and the old record player (which was playing the Panzerlied),there was complete silence. I was taught if it's too quiet, there's a problem. I just put a mag in my luger and tucked the luger in the back of my pants, and grabbed my karabiner quietly so I didn't wake up Oma. I quietly and quickly went and locked the front door and went to sit in the living room, but not without grabbing the weapons and ammo off of the kitchen table, and put it on the living room table first. I just sat there, waiting for something to happen, but, for what felt like an eternity, nothing had happened...yet. I was thinking about random stuff, and it came across my mind to wake up Oma so if something wrong does happen she won't wake up and have a heart attack from the suddenness.

"Oma?", I said and received a grumbled, "What?".

Oma, something's wrong, I don't know what, but it's just too quiet...and I don't like it.", I explained leaning forwards on the couch.

"You're just probably over thinking...", she said and then putting the recliner down, "...besides, what makes you think something's wrong?"

"You know very well that when it's too quiet - and 'peaceful' - there's something usually happening - or about to happen."

Before Oma could respond, the front door handle started to move harshly, and when the door didn't open, the person on the other side wasn't happy, and started to bang on the door with extreme force. I'll admit that it startled me at first, but I'm sure it startled Oma more than me. I took Oma and took her to her room and told her to look it and barricade it the best she could. But of course, for extra security, I gave her a gun and some ammo, it's not like she doesn't know or hasn't used firearms before. The front door was finally broken down, and I had already went back into the living room, STG44 pointed at the door and looking down the sights. My K98 was slung over my shoulder by the strap. The intruders weren't exactly, looking alive today, one could say. Four of the intruders came in - one armed with a old hammer and the other with an old screwdriver - and tried to surround me but I made sure they were all in sight and in front of me. One left and went outside to do something, but I took the staredown as an opportunity to take in and study their appearance more. They were wearing all black clothes stained with frost and torn from weathering most likely. Their skin was a caucasian color, but distressed with some peeling and a dark purple hue to it, and eyes that were dark brown? I could almost mistake them for being pure black and nothing more, nothing less. I look to their arms and see a red band around it, but I can't see the symbol on them from right here, but one thing I do notice completely it their WWII German helmets. So they're Nazis? They most definitely have the uniform of a SS Nazi, that's for sure.

The one to my left must have taken the same opportunity to look around the house, looking at the WWII German items scattered about the house. They obviously haven't taken the time to look behind them, above the fireplace. That could be an opportunity to lower their awareness and I could take them down easily.

"Sehen sie hinter sich", I said telling the one looking about to look behind him. I had somewhat shocked them with my German speaking skills, that or the fact I tried to talk to them.

"Es ist nicht ein austricken. Ich glaube Sie werden es interessant finden.", I replied trying to get the one to look and hopefully have the other one look in curiosity (It is not a trick. I believe you will find it interesting).

The one looked but the one still kept eye contact with me the whole time, not once taking his eyes off of me. The only time he looked away is now, because the one came back and came with another, great. He was dressed in what appeared to be a officers cap and overcoat.

"Haben sie einen wunsch?", I asked being annoyed I have some freaks in my house (Can I help you).

*Making it all German spoken now *

The man just glared at me with cold blue eyes and began to study me, thinking, processing some kind of idea perhaps. "Why should I let you live?"

I blinked a few times in shock, "W-why should you let me live? That's funny, because thought that this was my house and your friends here barged in while my Oma was trying to cook her chicken! And the answer to your question is you should let me live because I've got the firearms, this is mine and my Oma's house, and why shouldn't I live? I never did anything to you have I?", I said as calmly as I could. I knew that the last thing I want to do with these people is tell at them, but yet again I do the same with everyone else too, so they're no different.

He started me down, but ended up looking around and picked up a picture on the take next to him. Wow, he just made himself to hone, didn't he? He turned the photo, which happens to be Oma's wedding photo, around and when he looked at it, he seemed almost angry "Where did you get this photo?!", he demanded.

"It's my Oma's wedding photo, why?", I asked confused.

"This woman in the picture, is your grandma, the one you live with?"

"Um, yes...why do you know her?"

"Do I know her?!", the man acted like I just asked a stupid question, "I'm married to her!"

"I'll take your to her, but first, what's her name?"

"Gertrude"

"What's YOUR name?"

"Heinrich"

"What year did you marry? And where?"

He became slightly irritated but still answered, "1939, in the black forest...it was winter."

I thought for a moment, and decided he must be Opa, no one knows that stuff but select few.

"Alright, but just you...if any more came I can't tell what might happen"

I walked down to Oma's bedroom door, "Oma? Can I come in? There's a visitor here for you"

Within a matter of seconds the door was open, with Oma standing there, gun still in hand. I stepped in front of the man that claimed he was Opa so she wouldn't shoot him to death, "Oma! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! This man claims to be Opa!"

At first she didn't believe anything but she lowered the weapon, which I took from her, and she looked at him for a duration of time before speaking, "Heinrich?"

"Yes, Gertrude?". Oma hugged, I guess he was Opa now and I let them be and left for the living room to give them some time.

I walked around the corner and saw three of the soldiers playing soldier with my guns, scattered about the living room. They all paused mid movement and just started at me before it clicked in their head I might still be their enemy so they pointed my guns at me.

"They're actually married, I don't think they'd like it if you shot me", I said as I was putting my gun down on the kitchen table. I walked over to the oven and looked at the chicken and took it out, given the fact it was almost burnt, so I assumed it was done.

"Dinner's done…", I mumbled at the fact this was one of the most interesting dinners in a long time.

Finally updated chapter two, and made a chapter three! Hope you enjoy!