Inside the Camps | A World War Two Story

Inside the Camps - Part 9

// I think I'm almost done with this story.. It is a short story, but its cooooool, I guess. The chapters may be short, but it'll just build a bit of suspense. ;)

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The next day, we were woken to loud yelling. My eyes tore open as I looked around the room. It was extremely hard to see. Smoke filled the room, and it was suddenly hotter than usual. I looked out of the window in the bedroom, seeing a mob of angry people standing outside. "Joan! Joan? Are you okay?" Cade's piercing scream echoed, and there was a small reply.
"I'm okay, but what's going on?" I pulled my shirt up and over my nose and mouth, looking over at Cade. We could barely see each other but I motioned for her to do the same. I got up from the bed after throwing the covers off, and moved my hands around, trying to find Joan.

We all three ran out of the room, waving our hands in front of our faces to try and rid the thick smoke from the air. Bright red flames danced around the room. There were bodies laying on the ground, not even touched by the flames, but they seemed to be unconscious. "They passed out from the smoke. They couldn't breathe, they didn't have enough oxygen. Some may have died from asphyxiation. We need to hurry and get out." As I yelled towards Cade, she touched one of the door knobs on one of the double doors. Immediately, her hand flew back as she screeched. "Agh, hot!" She looked around the room, and you could visibly see her shaking. "Cade, go grab clothes and food. I'll try to break the window."

As Cade packed multiply things from the barracks, I stared at the window. The drop isn't very far, I could fall and then catch them. The worst thing that could happen was spraining your ankle, or something minor.. I kicked at the bottom of the window, trying to move all of my force into my leg. I watched as the window shattered into pieces, feeling a few of the shards cut at my face and arms. My father had taught me how to break a window with a foot or elbow when I was small. I swept a few of them off and out over the ledge. "Come on! Let's go!' I watched as they sprinted out of the room, many bags in hand. I jumped off of the ledge, a searing pain spreading through my leg as I did so. I must have hit a nerve, or moved one. I shook my leg slightly, most of the feeling returning soon after. I held out my hands, watching two trembling girls sit at the ledge. Joan slipped off, but I caught her before she hit the ground. Cade pushed the bags down and onto the grass, before jumping as well.

We ran from the barracks, noticing that the mob we had seen before, was gone. The gates that had padlocks on them were wide open and crooked, as the lock laid simply on the ground. I carried the bags as Cade carried Joan, and we ran. We ran as fast as we could, trying to get away from that prison.