Year is... you dont remeber. It feels like you have been here forever most of the people that came from your home town are dead or sent to another station. You dont even know why your writing this, most likley no one will ever read it. The goverment is already arresting diissidents and "tratiors" for any petie thing. Still writing a diary seems like a way to keep your sanity and it can be a constant reminder of what your fighting for which is hard at times.
You look in to the distance and hear distant bangs that are so frequent that you acctuly got used to it. You think of the peopel that wait for you at home, that give you the motivation push forward. You remember that you wrote a letter to your girlfriend 3 weeks ago and still havent got a response.
[[go to the captian and ask about it]]
[[you ignore that thought its probably just lost in the mail]]</style>
You decide to go ask the capitan. you move accros trenches with wounded soldiers. It smeels of dieasise and death. Theres rats everywhere, you are almost at the HQ when you see the 31.Company has returned from recon. You realise theres half of them missing wich is bad even for war standards. You move past and you see that the light in their eyes is gone. You wonder what they have seen. You reach the HQ where you find the capitan
You returne to your post and forget about it for the rest of the day. When your shift is over you returne back HQ, just then you see two MP's as they reach you and ask for your name you tell them, and just as you do they put you in handcufs you emidiatly know its about the letter. As they take you away your head is empty you feel surrel. You have an out of body expirence and as they put you on the trunck with the other "tratiors" you realize what this truly means and all you can think of is the promise you made to sofija that you wll be home for christmas and the ring that you left in the dorm.
[[4 years later]] </style>
You enter and the room goes quiet. you ask to see the captain. A private leads into his quarters. You explain your problem to him. He calls a guard in and they bring your letter. The letter has a red dot on it. In that moment you know they opend the letter and saw that you were complaining about the high command. That s at least 10 to 20 years in prison. In a split second a thought goes through your head. You fight or give in. If you fight you might die but if you make it out of here you will see her again just that though makes it tempting. If you surrender you wont see your kid grow up, and he will never call you dad, thoes years you can never get back.
You decide they wont take your life away. You disarm the guard and take him as hostage. You use him to get out of the HQ as soon as you get to the fileds while being aimed at you cause a distraction with grenades an make a run for the forest. You barley reach the forest when you hear about a dozen trucks going after you. You run for 15 more minutes when you stop to catche your breath. They are getting very close. You climbe a ridge next to you and just as you reach the top you hear a shot in the distance, a moment passes and it hits you. It knoks the air out of you for a couple seconds, you look for the wound, gut shot fatal. You try to hold back tears as you try to patch yourself up. You use a bandege and use every strenth left to run on. After a couple more minutes they reach you they are 300 meters away, you hide behind the only rock you can see since you left the forest and your know in the clear. Just before you hide they hit you 2 more. You think of Sofia and you break, moments with her flash befor your eyes, tears rolling down your face. They will reach you in 20 seconds thinking of her you pull a pin on the granade.
The moment has passed they put cuffs on your hands. The cold realization sets in of the reality and the events before you. On the way out you you look in the mirror and you realize that the light in your eyes is gone. A singel tear falls from your eye. On the way out you remember that perfect night. You and Sofia, your sixteen sitting on a rooftop and night is perfect. You have the wiev of the whole city and sky is turning red as the day breakes into the night. You look at her and she smiles back... The end barrel of a gun snaps you back into the reality and the moment has passed.
[[4 years later]]</style>
You were imprisoned in one of many Russian prisons where the conditions were unbearable. Rats eating away at your toes. There was never enough food and hygiene was like something out of the dark ages
[[Share your inconvinience with your cell mates]]
[[Don t share anything with anyone other people cant be trusted]]</style>
The culture of the prisons made the conditions a lot worse since liutenats gave away awards to anyone who would report on "dissidents"
your fellow cellmates report you to the camp warden you recive 2 extra years on your penalty.
The prison is also known for its infamous gangs that make life hell mfor anyone who would dare oppose them.
You are faced with a choice.
[[join a gang]]
[[do nothing]] </style>
You serve the rest of your sentece in relative peace long years and experienc have thought yout to be more carefull.
[[20 years later]] </style>
When you join a gang life becomes easier. When a storm passes the prison and your section is cut off and there is no food, people start eating each other. With your affiliations to the gang you are able to survive till the rescue team arrives.
[[20 years later]] </style>
Your part of the prison is cut off by a long storm which causes riots and famione. In the chaos you fin d yourselfe traped with another group of prisoners. After a week things deteriorate quickly as the prisoners start eating each other dou to lack of food.
The next night you get dragged from your bed and eaten.</style>
2 Decades have passed since the horrific events of your time in prison. You have placed some thought into your experience and you wish to publish your knowledge so that stories of all the people who got hurt will not go unnoticed and forgotten. You also wish to do it because you dont want this happening to anybody else and it can serve as a warning to the dispicable consequances of 20th century and the system that led to the deaths of millions. You write a book and it feels like releasing a burden after countless years. You publish the book with optimism and hope something you have been missing for longer than you can remember.