Y/N POV
I'm walking around my trench, head down and keeping to myself. Angela stopped writing after the last letter so I'm in a piss poor mood. I walk to my sentry post, since it's my turn. I look for British patrols, there's none. I'm just standing there, trying hard not to slash my wrists so I don't have to deal with this bullshit anymore. I watch, just watch, for movement. There's no- wait a minute, HOLY GUACAMOLE THATS A LOT OF BRITS!

Y/N: TOMMIES!

I start shooting, alerting our mg gunners to the threat of enemy troops approaching. I shoot, but fire off my last round. I frown, what do I do? I try reaching for a new clip, but my ammo pouches are empty too. "Well fuck me" I think, and go over my options.
1. Wait for death to come to me and fight
2. Surrender to the Brits and get sent to a pow camp.
3. Go over and get slaughtered by fellow Germans and Brits at the same time.
I think about it, and the third option was the most appealing. Sure I'd die instantly, but I'd have the dignity of dying on my own terms. I start walking when a fellow soldier, Adolf Hitler, notices me.

Hitler: the fuck do you think you're goin?!

Y/N: to die on my own terms

Hitler: don't you have that Prussian girl back home?

Y/N: She hasn't written in months, I have a feeling she's moved on from me.

Hitler: what about your family?

Y/N: the people I care about are gonna think I'm a monster when the true details of this war come out, I don't want to be here. I just want to die with dignity and get to heaven, or hell, anything is better than here.

I leave before he can respond. I walk into the cold snow covered fields of Ypres. I stick my left hand, in the air as I walk out, as kinda a good will gesture that I'm not gonna to blow their brains out with a eight millimeter Mauser. As I walk I have my rifle slung on my shoulder. Suddenly, a soldier of his Majesty's army stabbed me in the stomach. Didn't even have the decency to give me a quick and painless death, asshole. I collapsed, bleeding out slowly, and painfully. I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry I couldn't get home, but I'm not dealing with this shit anymore. I put my hand over my pocket, feeling my award, a iron cross first class.

Y/N: Goodbye, cruel world.

I die. Just as fast as my eyes shut they open again, looking up at a red sky. What the hell? Where am I? What am I doing here? Is this, hell? Jesus Christ, I did fuck up if I ended up here. I look around, I'm in some kind of meadow? What? I start to stand up. I put my hand over my chest, where the soldier stabbed me. No hole in my uniform, hell, I'm not even hurting anymore, just a little cold. I look around and, it's actually very serene. Very calm, very quiet, and, I've always liked the color red. I started standing up, figuring I should explore. I find a trail, often walked.

Y/N: Wonder what that is, hey those were my first words down here!

I said laughing as I walked. I grab out my field cap, model 1907, and replace my pickelhaube with that. As I walk, it gets warmer, but not above 1 degrees Celsius, (33.8 degrees Fahrenheit for us silly yanks) so my great coat is not a removable piece of clothing. I'm still holding my rifle and ammo, I don't think I'll ever let this thing go. I walk, it's actually quite peaceful. I'm not sure if I ended up in hell or in heaven, but either way, I want to come over here whenever the going gets rough. I soon end up near a city. What're those things in the streets? I walk over to them cautiously.

Y/N: Excuse me?

They look at me, creepy smiles with blood covering their faces and hands. W-What are these things?! I start slowly backing away, not wanting my blood to join the blood already on their hands. One starts running at me, so I full bore sprint away into a nearby skyscraper. I run into the building and fly up the stairs. Flinging the first door open I saw there, I run in, my boot catching on the door frame, I land flat on my face. I look up and see four people, if that's what you could call them, they look like Hell spawn. Well I'm probably in hell so that could actually be literal. The white spotted and reddish skinned one stood up and walked over.

???: Good morning sir, unfortunately because of the cleanse we're not acc-

Y/N: I'm not looking for services sir, I'm looking for a place I won't get murdered.

???: oh, well we can provide that sir, Cmon we'll deal you in

Y/N: what're we playing?

???: Poker

Y/N: Oh I'll play

???: Nice, I'll introduce everyone, I'm Blitz

Blitz: that's Moxxie

(All art and photos shown are not mine)
Y/N: is that a Opossum?

Moxxie: I'm not a opossum!

Y/N: christ I'm sorry!

Blitz: that's Millie

Y/N: She looks scary

Blitz: don't piss her off, she'll kill you and make sure your body is never found again.

Y/N: very much noted, I don't feel like dying already.

Blitz: and that hellhound there is Loona

Y/N: Is she normally like that?

Blitz: Unless she's warmed up to you, yes.

Y/N: Okay then, hi guys

Millie: Heya bud!

She ran up and violently shook my hand, like it actually really hurt.

Y/N: Millie! Too hard!

Millie: oh, sorry Feller! Welcome to the office! Where're you from, (sniff sniff) ewww you must be new in hell, I can still smell the living world on ya!

Y/N: I'm from Bavaria, King Ludwig's grandson

Loona: Yup you are.

Y/N: ?

Loona: The numbers on your helmet, they're in baby blue, Bavaria's color, and the Cockades are too

Y/N: how and why do you know this?

Loona: Did I fucking ask for questions?

Y/N: woah woah woah calm down, I was just curious

Loona: well I'm not not going to answer you so put that in your pipe and smoke it!

Y/N: I don't own a pipe

Loona: I DIDNT MEAN IT LITERALLY!

I just stop while I'm behind and they deal me into their poker game. I'm actually pretty damn good at this game, and I'm lucky this round.

Blitz: god damn it why is this kid so good?!

Moxxie: that's what I'm wondering sir!

Millie: y'all just pissed cause you're not winning anymore

Loona: on her phone not even paying attention

Blitz: Attention is gonna be angry with how little you're paying them

Loona: oh fuck off Blitz, you're not funny

Y/N: Bets?

Blitz: I bet a job

Y/N: What is said job?

Blitz: Weapons mechanic, we need a dedicated mechanic here to make sure we have properly functioning weapons.

Y/N: alright

We play, and I win again

Blitz: GOD DAMN IT

Y/N: hehe

Blitz: YOU START TOMORROW!!

Millie: Welcome to the company new guy!

Y/N: I never introduced myself did I?

Millie: No

Y/N: Im Y/N

Chapter end