Warnings: This story will contain death, gore, homophobia, cursing, sexual assault, racism, and sexism. It's about the Holocaust, Nazis, and WWII, you get the idea of what's going to be involved. Although I may write about it, I don't condone any actions by the Axis and Allies, I simply wanted to write a strong, female reader who impacts history and brings hope to those who suffered. This is my story, published on Quotev by the username of LisaMustDisappear. Check my account out, I have more stories there.
Dachau, Germany
December, 30th, 1944
"Keep moving!"
It was cold... bitterly cold. Their shoes were missing, jewelry stolen, and their stomachs croaked for substance. Twenty-five German soldiers herded a group of frightened, Polish and Romanian women to the well-established concentration camp in Dachau, Germany. It was a lengthy road from Munich to Dachau, the temperature dropping by the hour and there wasn't any signs of life for miles. It was their final stop after they were caught hiding in the ghetto, stealing bread and cheese, accused of homosexuality, and carrying fake identities over the German border.
"How many?" The SS Commander asked over the shuffling of sore feet and groans of ache; his arms placed behind his back quite proudly.
"Forty-six, commander!" A soldier replied, watching as the women walked past him and the opposite soldiers.
"Forty-six?" The commander questioned, now matching the walking speed of the women who jerked at his sudden movement toward them. "It was forty-five when we left Munich… Count them again!"
The soldiers did as he asked, forcing the women to stop, spread into a neat line, and hold their heads up high just by the simple authority in their voices. The SS commander counted each dirty, woman; uncaring if their toes sunk into the snow like mud. They would eventually lose them from frostbite, and who knows what their fates would be in Dachau...
"Forty-six…" The commander stopped at the end of the line of women, sighing heavily in frustration. "Ladies, we have a problem."
The women stared at the blonde man in fear, bodies shaking from the harsh wind against their uncovered faces. They hadn't seen much of this commander in Munich, they were passed from location to location before finally getting assigned to the concentration camp in Dachau; a relief actually, because now they finally know their fates.
"Do you know what that problem is?" He asked softly to a random woman, hardly out of her late teens.
"No, s-sir." She couldn't stop from stuttering, her brown eyes staring into his azure pupils with disgust.
"I don't like even numbers." He spat, shutting her up completely with a smirk on his face as he walked past her. "So, since one of you suddenly appeared… one of you can go."
The women gasped out when the commander reached over, grabbing a randomly selected female and dragged her before the entire line. Her feet crunched against the snow, slipping and sliding as he dragged her by her brunette hair. They couldn't help her, not with his soldiers standing at their backs with loaded rifles.
"Please!" She begged, grabbing his uniform pants desperately as he loaded his pistol with bronze bullets. "My s-sister! She needs me!"
The commander ignored her, hearing the distant sobs of a younger female in line who was crying in the snow. They were screaming to each other, the women in line holding her sister back. Polish wasn't his language, he didn't make an effort to learn it, nor his soldiers. But, she was begging, he could tell by the desperation in her frail voice.
"You should be thanking me," He smiled, flipping the barrel back into place with a loud snap before aiming it at her head. "Dachau isn't a refuge for pigs, this will be a lot faster."
"Stop!"
"Please!"
The women yelled in unison, already exhausted as it is from crying. But before he could pull the trigger, a woman collapsed into the snow; separating from the line.
"Sir! A woman has fallen!" A soldier reported, everyone staring at the motionless woman who strangely had her shoes still.
"If she's dead," The commander whispered, tapping the sobbing woman before him with his pistol. "you live to see another day."
The woman nodded desperately, holding her own shaking hands to her chest.
"Get back in line." He pushed her toward the line of women, they in turn grabbed her and held her close; including her younger sister who scorned the commander as he walked away.
"Is she dead?" He asked, hands behind his back once again.
"No, sir… we believe she passed out from exhaustion." A medical soldier informed, holding his finger to her neck to check for a pulse. "Should we put her down?"
"Where did she get those shoes from?" The commander asked, staring at the heavy boots on her feet. "Take her shoes. Then, kill her, we can't waste anymore time."
The soldier nodded and reached down to remove her boots, but he paused, hands tightening around his throat and choking on his own blood.
"Soldier?"
The women began screaming, staggering away from the scene and covering their eyes from the horror. Blood soaked into the pure snow, the young soldier falling back with his throat slashed open. The woman who was once motionless had used a large combat knife to slice across the SS soldier's throat, and now, she was after the commander.
"Sir?" The soldiers who had escorted the women all the way from Munich had ran over, waiting for their leader's orders before they did anything brash.
"Wait a moment, men." The commander huffed, sliding away from the deranged woman and her knife. "Who are you?"
"German scum!" She screamed in practiced German, slicing forward at the larger man but he proved to be too nimble.
The commander laughed, using his elbow against her face and slamming her into the snow head first. The woman struggled, staring at the shocked women who huddled together for warmth and safety.
These women will die if she doesn't save them now!
The commander gasped out as she tackled him, rolling down the side of the road into a shallow ditch where they wrestled. It wasn't easy, he noticed. This was a woman of strength and knowledge, she wasn't some rebellions wench...
He managed to pin her in the snow, breath fanning out in hot puffs as he took in her features. [H/c] hair, muscular body…
A gunshot blasted, stopping his assault. The commander looked down, noticing that his pistol went off at his side. The woman managed to pull the trigger in his holster, shooting him in the side and the bullet exiting out of his opposite hip.
"Who are you?" He asked again, in pain and clutching his wound. "Why have you done this?"
The woman pushed him off, standing tall and loading his rifle that had fell from his back before they rolled down into the ditch together.
"[F/n] [L/n, and," She exhaled, cocking the semi-automatic rifle before aiming it at his head. "I don't like odd numbers."
The gun went off, and the soldiers began worrying about their commander. That was the second shot already…
[F/n] pressed herself against the snow, breathing deeply to calm herself. "This is American special ops agent, [F/n] [L/n]. I'm here to transfer you to a safer location. On three, all of you get on the ground. Do you understand?"
The woman yelled out in broken Polish, and luckily the women nodded, understanding, and agreed to the terms. They waited patiently for the stranger's signal, placing their lives in her hands because they had no one else to help them survive. No one that cared enough.
"One…"
The soldiers began walking toward the area in which their commander was last seen.
"Two…"
The commander was bleeding from his forehead, eyes open and focused on her form as she waited to jump out and ambush his men.
"Three!"
The women on the road dived down, placing their hands over their heads and ears to block out the noises to come. [F/n] made her way on the road, rifle raised and aiming at the men dressed in the SS military uniform. They didn't have time to react, bullets flying and penetrating each soldier with practiced precision. Soldier after soldier dropped, pistols in hand and most attempting to run back toward Munich to escape the gunfight.
"Please! I surrender!" The last soldier, out of twenty-five had begged on his knees, face red from the cold and holding up a photo of his wife in surrender. "I have a wife… a child on the way."
"You do?" [F/n] tossed the rifle away, out of ammunition and her fingers sore from holding it so tightly. "Ladies!"
The women rose up from the snow, holding themselves in fear as the stranger addressed them in attempted Polish.
"How many of you have children?" [F/n] asked, watching as nearly every woman in line rose their hand to answer her question. "How many of you have husbands?"
They didn't lower their hands, only more raising toward the sky.
[F/n] grabbed the SS soldier by his blonde hair, forcing him to look at all the women he was marching to their death just minutes ago.
"They have husbands… children. Did you care about that when you were marching them to Dachau?" The man didn't answer, only lowered his eyes. "Who wants this man to live?"
The women all looked away, none of their hands raised, nor their voices.
"Bitches!All of you!" He screamed out in anger, attempting to strangle those women who were close enough.
"Enough." [F/n] shot him in the back of the head, blood splattering across her face; the women had flinched at the sight and sound of his skull breaking.
"What are you going to do to us?" A Romanian woman asked, clutching her daughter close to her in case if she needed to protect her.
"You see those woods across that field?" [F/n] asked, waiting for them to reply, only a few nodding. "There's a French resistance camp waiting for you there. They have clothes, food, shelter... I can't take you there, but they will help you out of Germany."
"Why should we trust you?"
"I'd like to remind you that without me, you'd be in Dachau. They can get you to Switzerland, England, and France without much trouble." [F/n] removed the pistol from her holster and handed it to the woman closest. "Take any gun you can find from these men, travel through the woods and kill anyone in your way."
The women simply looked at each other. They never held a gun, nor killed anyone! Their feet would freeze by the time they made it to the camp...
"My daughters… they're in Dachau." An older woman spoke up, the age difference between the opposite women was clear in the creases of her face. "Can you get them, please?"
"No." [F/n] was blunt, shocking the women; she's an American, she's suppose to help! "If you enter Dachau, you don't leave. They're not in good shape if they've been there long... you can't save them."
"Bertha… they're dead. Let them go." The women encouraged the mother, but she simply shook her head.
"I won't abandon them, not my daughters."
[F/n] didn't stop her, allowing the old woman to abandon the group and keep moving toward Dachau without her shoes, and without help. The women didn't stop her either, simply wanting to get out of Germany and find their own husbands and children. They scrambled to find the guns from the SS soldiers like [F/n] had told them, and began heading toward the forest, hoping that it wasn't a trick.
"Thank you..." The women whispered as they passed [F/n, noticing the tattooed row of numbers on her neck.
They looked irritated, like they were recently placed there...
33310
"Stay safe, don't come back here." [F/n] warned as they passed, the women touching her hair and face in appreciation.
They wouldn't forget her face, nor her deeds for the people of Poland, Germany, and France.
[F/n] examined the wound in her shoulder, a gunshot wound that dug deep and was already bleeding profusely. The women's feet would leave tracks in the snow, but it wouldn't be hours until someone noticed that they hadn't arrived in Dachau. Snow would fill their tracks, cover the blood up. But, [F/n] couldn't take the chance of Germans finding the resistance camp nearby, so she grabbed the young soldier she had killed and began dragging him in the opposite direction, his blood leaving a nasty stain in the snow.
"May God be with you!" The women yelled from across the field, the group watching at the forest's edge as she disappeared from their view.
[F/n] shook her head at the blessing, God wasn't with her. Not after the murders she's committed...
