Holocaust

Chapter Three Kendall

|Kendall's POV|

I walked down the stony "road" into the old run down housing complex that had now became the hostages home. I had lived through the death of my sister and most likely my family. I was lucky to be alive, but I knew being stuck in here wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to get out, to be free, I wanted to be able to do it for them. To make their deaths be in some sort of sick way worth it. For something. For my freedom. My sister died fighting against it. She told me not to rebel to stay quiet and act innocent. At the age of only ten, I looked young and innocent but in reality I would consider myself quite intelligent and mature beyond my years. I knew what to do in a tough situation. Maybe not here. A constant struggle is that if they only had one more person to fight with them, one more rebel, that they would have prevailed and we all would be free and not 28 bodies sitting dead in a room now, some sort of child workers clearing out the rooms. I had a job as well, but mine was in the kitchen for the soldiers, the nicest place to work. I made it seem as though I had no clue what was going on and just thought my mom and dad supported the thing, which gave me a better place since I was exerting no resistance, however I was launching my own route for escape but I had no people I was willing to trust. No one at all.

I continued my way up the soiled stairs to the shared room that consisted of two sets of bunk beds. There were girls much younger in there, ones who have been purposefully separated from their families and having a hard time. The room next to us was boys and the biggest room had four older women, leaving the last room unattended incase of more children being brought in, which was likely. They were there to take care of the children, but too old to care to escape. The actual complexes were the best places you could be at. At the top of the age bracket at 10, I was the oldest of all the kids except for Jasper. A little boy who admitted he was 11 to me even though he lied and said nine. I peered through each door and took a look at every single person here. None of these people I could trust to help with my plan. No one. I walked to my "room" and went to the top bunk where I was. I laid down on the scantily dressed bed and stuck my hand in the secret cove I made beneath one of the window seals to cut out a chunk behind the ledge. If you didn't know it was there, it was nearly impossible to find. In this laid a pencil, a few sheets of thin paper I found as trash behind the offices of our takers and took. Also, a granola bar I snuck from their quarters in case of emergency. I grabbed the papers and looked at the plan I sketched out. I thought of my friends back home, probably laying on the beach or by a pool soaking in the rays and not giving a care in the world nor wondering where I was. My body and brain oblivious that they were stuck in the same little 9 block square I was in as well.

I heard footsteps come through the hall and I immediately shoved everything back where it came from. Before anyone entered the room I checked one last time to be sure everything was concealed and not showing. It was fine. A second after my last check an officer walked in. I pretended to be sleeping like the other little girls who actually were napping. I was "awoken" by the high pitched whistle ringing in my ears that he played as he stepped in the room. The other little girls awoke startled, the youngest Tiffany was crying. I wanted to jump down out of the bunk and comfort her and keep her from crying knowing they would punish her, but I did not dare to move. The Sargent gazed at Tiffany and said what he had intended to. That we had to be in the courtyard in 10 minutes flat. He exited and as soon as I no longer could hear the clunk of his boots to the flooring I jumped down and cooed little Tiffany in my arms telling her everything would be ok. Even though she was just 4 years old, she was already smart enough to know that the courtyard meant something bad was bound to happen. Whether a gas shower, shooting, or starvation. But also after a courtyard they handed out the food rations to each unit attender. I realized I had taken too much time to calm Tiffany down that I was bare on time to get down to the courtyard, and one thing was certain- you were NOT late to get there.

I got to the courtyard in barely enough

time. I swore I saw someone I recognized but I didn't have enough time to look again as the big scary man who stepped on the "stage". I truly had no idea who he exactly was, but I knew he was important. I stared at him like I was listening intently but in reality I was dreaming about my intricate plans to escape. I heard the man on the stage say that they were planning on killing 20 older men because they got some new children. I also heard him say that two little girls were coming into our house. They were older but they were small framed and would do fine as more kitchen help. In my brain I thought maybe I would be able to make friends, but in this situation there was no room for friends, just a desire to escape.

I took Tiffany up with me to receive the food rations and we got a surprisingly large amount. I figured that it was probably due to the fact that we had 2 new girls. At least they got a room to themselves and not with other wining young children and were probably already friends. I worked my way back to the housing area and set the food rations in the kitchen area of the housing complex. I noticed a small white typed paper on the counter. I knew it came from the people in charge because no one here had access to technology. I told little Tiffany to run upstairs and find the other little kids to play with. I didn't want her asking what the paper was about while trying to read it or open her big mouth unknowably about me reading I wasn't supposed to. I opened up the paper and saw two names I knew very well written in crisp black type on the paper. Paige. And Chloe.