Chapter 1: Kidnapped
5th September 1944
BANG! Jeff ducked for cover underneath his kitchen sink. “Hey Jeff, there is a goddamn shooting in the apartment,” John said crouching for cover, “What hell do we do then?” Jeff asked. John hurried to hide with Jeff underneath the cold kitchen sink, but there was little hope. Jeff was cramped in a damp marble corner next to a pipe.
The gunshots weren’t stopping, the shooter was getting nearer and nearer to them, they prayed for the shooter to spare their life. “Oh lord please help us!” Jeff whispered in a low voice, his hands touching as if he was praying.
BAM! BAM! The gunshots drew nearer to them now. The shooter kicked down their apartment door. Jeff looked through a crack, “This is the end, brother,” he was, but a coward. But John feared not, “When the shooter finds us, put your hands up. I will do the talking,” John whispered leaning toward his brother’s ear.
The shooter violently heaved the door open. “HEY!” the shooter shouted pointing his gun towards them. “Please spare our lives, we will do anything!” John cried, while his hands were up. “Anything?” the shooter asked, surprised. “Anything! Anything you ask for,” John begged firmly.
“Get in the van!” the shooter demanded and dragged them by their collars out of their warm apartments and into the van. The shooter put them inside garbage bags and put the bags into cardboard boxes. “Stay there!” he shouted with confidence, he had a wicked grin as John and Jeff started helplessly.
The van was silent for what seemed like hours. Jeff and John had trouble breathing and after a few minutes of silence, the duo saw fumes coming from somewhere. “Is the van on fire?!” Jeff panicked, “No, it’s sleeping gas,” John shouted in a panic. John’s eyes were falling and he couldn’t keep them open until he fell asleep inside of the box. Jeff fell asleep a few seconds later.
3 DAYS LATER
“Where are we, John?” Jeff had just woken up from his deep sleep. “I feel rather peckish,” Jeff stated.
“Help me…..” a cracked voice said. “Hello?” John asked. “Over here, I’m Greg from France,” the voice said. “Hi Greg, let us help you,” John and Jeff said.
“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” a voice asked. “Where are you?” John asked. “Here, behind you,” the voice said. It was a small chubby man, “I’m Rock, and you?” said the small round man. “I’m Jeff, this is my brother John,” Jeff said. “Oh,” Rock said.
“Which country are we in now?” John asked curiously. “Oh, we are in Czechoslovakia, the Bratislava town to be exact,” Rock said proudly, and continued, “It’s my home country,” Rock added.
“I will help you guys,” Rock said. He took them to his office, where he helps war survivors. “Here, this is your room,” Rock said. “There are different people in this small apartment so probably meet them,” Rock added.
“Hey boys!” A voice said again, “Another one!” Jeff said and looked behind, “My name’s Lucas, I’m from Moscow in the Soviet Union, and this is my friend Josh,” the voice said.
“I’m Hungarian,” Josh added is with a not so proud voice. Jeff met a new person, Greg, a French soldier who fled from France from the German invasion.
Now Jeff and John had a crew of Lucas, Rock, Greg, and Josh, “Wow seriously, there are so many people now, this will be simple!” Jeff said, “You mean survivors?” Lucas said, which some people didn’t really understand because of his accent, Lucas remembered something, there was a war.
“There's a war going on,” Lucas said, “What day is it?” John asked quickly who also forgot there was a war, “Today is the 8th of September, 1944,” Rock answered.
Rock was a very organized person, he knows what day, time, the year it is, pretty cool, Lucas knows everything about every country in Europe and is a quick runner, John was a smart person, good at math and others, Greg is a really good builder, and Josh was a very quick runner just like Lucas and he builds military weapons, that was all Jeff learned about them.
The brand new created crew walked outside, “Guys,” John said, “What?” Jeff asked. “Up,” John said, a JU 388 bomber plane and a Messerschmitt BF 109 plane flew across the sky violently.
“Is that a bomb on the plane?” John shouted. “Where are we again?” John asked Rock, who knew the place well because he was Slovak. “We are currently in the Bratislava city, inside of the famous Bratislava Oil District,” Rock said proudly, “GERMANS!” a citizen outside shouted.
KABLOOSH! They heard an explosion. The building across from them was on fire. Smoke coming out of the windows and scorching heat radiated out of it. The fire was spreading at an alarming rate, it was spreading faster and faster to the other buildings, and soon, it would reach theirs.
“Let’s get the hell out of here!” Jeff shouted and they ran to the nearest door. There was a window. “Let’s jump out of the window!” John shouted and the crew jumped out.
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