Nazi Camp

• Tiana Sixsmith
• Short Story
• 2011

People ran passed me causing me to drop my groceries. Everyone seemed to be running in the direction of the docks. It wasn’t frantic, scared running. It was joyful happy running.
“They’re Coming, They’re coming” people cried.
“I see a ship” others yelled.
Leaving my groceries at my doorstep, I ran to have a look. Sure enough, in the distance there was a ship. Fog shrouded around the ship and it was hard to make out the people on the deck but we were all hoping they were coming back from war.

When they were about 20 metres away the cheers stopped and people’s faces started to change from . Before we knew it we were under attack.
Bullets sprayed through the air. Large stocky men dressed in heavy uniforms jumped from the ship and landed on the docks.
People ran for their lives trying to get to the other side of the town.

Across town Germen troops had put up large fences of sharp barbed wires. Skidding to a holt when I saw these fences I ran in the opposite direction down a small cramped alley way.
I could hear people yelling and crying for help as large trucks pulled them away from our small town.
I ran up more alley ways until I finally found an opening the germen troops had not covered up. I could tell I was not the first to find this opening as footprints could be made out in the dirt. I dashed through the opening and hid in the trees of the nearby forest.

Several trucks carrying people came by but they never spotted me.
I followed a truck that came by in the middle of the night. Its dull yellow headlights could easily be made out in the dark dwindling roads.
The car entered a campsite that was surrounded my 10 metre high barbed wire. There was no chance of getting in tonight so I slipped behind a tree and took a small but well needed rest.
I woke up to the hoarse Cries of people. I jumped from where I was lying. I was no longer in my little hidey hole in the forest. I was now in a small damp concrete room.
When I heard someone yell in a unknown language I knew exactly where I was.
I ran as fast as I could outside around the fence looking for a way out. Guards patrolled its perimeter so I ran in the opposite direction I had seen them.
Cries of pain came from small concrete shower blocks. I had a sudden urge to go over there and help them but fought against it and started to climb the fence. I pricked my fingers and made myself bleed but I was free. I just wish I could say that for the others.