Chapter Three

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Bill's POV

I sometimes hated being trained as Germany's fighting machine but all that training made me tough. I knew that these next 4 months would be cruel and harsh on us and that death was a possibility. But I had to be strong.

Tom: Bill, what are we going to eat?

Bill: I can go hunting if you want. There's plenty of animals in the area and we can easily eat that and there's a fresh water source a few feet out west.

Tom: Why did you decide to run?

Bill: Those bastards killed my mama and papa. I had no one but my will to depend on. Tom when I saw you in that arena I was ecstatic and I realized I needed to escape and take you with me. We needed to escape.

Tom: Thank you, Bill. I smiled and got up from the cot. I went over to the sink and washed my face up a bit.

Bill: No we need to change out appearances if we are to get away.

Tom: How?

Bill: I can change my hair color using tar and coal and we got lock up your hair.

Tom: I guess that'll work. I went out back and grabbed some coal and tar and a sharp rock. I went back inside and put the stuff on the floor. I went to the mirror and my dirty blonde hair. I took the rock and started cutting it off. I took the tar and coal and put it in my newly short hair. I washed it out and looked in the broken mirror.

Bill: I look so weird.

Tom: Now me. I sat behind him and started rubbing his hair between my fingers. It was sticky from lack of wash and sweat so it made locking it easy. He touched his locked hair and smiled a little.

Bill: Good. We look different now. He looked in the mirror and pulled them into a bun. I chuckled and heard gunshots.

Tom: What was that?

Bill: I'll go see. I went out the back way of the bunker and climbed into a tree. I saw a bunch a men a few yards from the bunker. They caught a Jewish family trying to escape. The little girl managed to slip away and was dangerously close to the bunker.

Bill: Scheiße. I jumped down and caught her and pulled her away from the bunker. I covered her mouth with my dirty hand and hid in the bushes. Once they passed the bunker. I uncovered her mouth.

???: Why did you tackle me? Who are you?

Bill: My name is Wilhelm Kaulitz but I go by Bill and you were to close to my hideout.

???: My name is Sasha. Those stupid Nazis killed my mom and dad.

Bill: Look you can hide with me and my brother in my bunker but you need to change how you look.

Sasha: How? I picked up a sharp rock and cut her hair. It was like a boy's haircut only longer. I took back inside and Tom was petrified.

Tom: Who is she?

Bill: This is Sasha. A jewish girl whose parents were murdered and she has no where to go.

Tom: I'm Tomas but I prefer Tom. She waved a little and sat on my cot.

Sasha: How long you guys been on the run?

Bill; A week. We're trying to get to America but we're trying to wait until they think we're dead then we can get away.

Sasha: You think we'll make it?

Tom: We?! Who invitted you?!

Bill: Tom! She has no where to go. She can come with us. The more people that escape the Nazi rule the better. If I could get all those slaves out at once I would do it.

Tom: Fine. She can come but she better not slow us down.

Sasha: I won't. She smiled brightly. Our party just got a little bit bigger.

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