In The Company of Death
Author's note: An experiment into writing war horror, I first came up with the idea shortly after watching "Good... Show full author's note »
NighttimeDecember 1st, 1944
Dachau Concentration Camp, Germany
The soldiers came for me.
I didn’t know why, I only remember them entering the shack where myself and 30 others lived in.
“Nummer 3563490! Kommt hier!”
I didn’t understand a lick of German back then, only Polish. What would happen to me I didn’t know, but it was bound to be bad. I cried out to my father, sleeping next to me. He never answered. I thought he didn’t care, or that the soldiers made him shut up, but after a while, I knew he was dead. The people under the ground told me. The people in the hole.