It is not about survival

Hell has no end

After what seemed like years in this nazi whipping cage, I had nothing but blood and skin and bones. I watched as the batch of young Jewish girls smiled with joy when we boarded the second train. I knew better, we were going somewhere much worse. I had gone through so much. Fire to my limbs, boiling water in my head,a map of fresh bruises. I boarded that train, I was going to kill myself before they got a chance to. But then I saw her, my sister, all bald, beaten, and bruised. I could not leave now. This train was far better, they had bullet holes in the ground for waste as well as light. I hugged my sister, she hugged hard, too hard. It was heartbreaking. I saw a grown woman who was only 13, she asked for her mother. I told her. The trip was shorter. But even more nauseating due to the bumps and turns. I got there and immediately smelled smoke and rotting flesh. A line Similar to the other one lined us up. They had a pit but I heard no gunshots, only screams. It got up to my sister, he took one look at her, whipped her just so much that she would trip into the pit. She held on to the edge, he stepped on her fingers, she did not give in, he let her past. I groomed myself, he kicked me but let me through. When we were "sleeping" that night, I heard people screaming from Inside my bunker. Not the fire I heard an older woman say. I jumped out of bed to follow. If I was going to die, I was going to die a hero. It was far worse that the fire. They plucked us out for showers, the thought of cool water made me happy, I almost forgot where I was. I followed into the forest. When I got to the edge, I heard screaming for me to run, then gunshots. I saw it, the showers, an all cement rectangular cell. We walked in with a shove. Slam, the door closed, I was naked. Normally there is a guard, this was no shower. It was dark and smelled like chemicals and flesh. I studied the place, pitch black with one beam of light that shone through a small crack. Then lights turned on, there were no water sources,  there were scratches on the wall. This is where I would die.