Humanities greatest gifts are freedom and love. Both of which feed off each other and find it nearly impossible to exist independently. Everyone loves something or is loved by someone, however with all rules there are exceptions, when humans interfere with life. I look at all those lining up in the yard and see they are dead. Dead by having their freedom removed, spirits crushed and with no love of life.

In a daze I climbed up to the top of chimney 1. I looked around and I could see the flashes of the Russian guns on the horizon but the prospect of death didn’t scare me, I’d become accustomed to death, it is my friend. I am death. But the sound of the fires and the heat shook me to the bones. I leant over and looked down. I could hear screaming through the unearthly roar, it grew louder and louder. Then I was falling backwards. The roaring was getting duller, the heat leaving me but the screaming grew louder. My screaming.

I ran, looking down just ahead to avoid the traps that lay before me. Glancing over my shoulder I could see their red eyes shining in the faint moonlight as the mangy, hellish hounds snapped at my heals. I heard a cry from the left, I thought that it may lead to civilisation so I altered direction and sprinted towards it. Bursting from the thicket I saw where the crying was coming from a large complex, with two massive roaring towers. I stood spellbound and watched as thousands of people were taken out of cattle trucks, each of them looked as though they were long dead. I followed the railway lines with my eyes and saw not only another train leaving but another coming slowly towards the gates. I walked in a daze though the gates and was shoved brutally by a man in a black uniform towards the group. I moved along with the crowd. As I heard one of the uniformed men shout at us to go into the changing rooms and take our clothes off I recognised where I was. I hurried over to one of the guards and told him I was a friend, a comrade. He simply beat me back with the butt of his rifle and spat on me. I looked down at my clothes and saw I was wearing rags, not the black uniform I now so wished to be draped in. I started to shout as we were forced towards the showers, but no-one listened… they all believed the lie. From the inside I heard the thick iron bolt being slid into place. I got down on the floor and for the first time in over twenty years. I prayed.

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