Bordered by wooden huts on the left and wooden and stone buildings on the right, I walked past painful scars, empty stares, sobbing mothers, innocence lost in a smallchild. Today, I cried. I hear the crunch of snow behind me. His boots are heavy and the sound is frightening. The emaciated body crumbles to the ground.
Blood mixes with the snow.
I hear the fading crunch of snow behind me. His boots are heavy and the sound is frightening. Today, I cried. A shot rings out. I see dark smoke rising from the smokestack near the sick quarters.