Boom, bosh, blast, and there goes another day to waking up to the sound of bomb in the little hometown of two normal children. They are awoken by the toxic smell of smoke which feels the air with a smell of fresh burnt plastic, with sour gunpowder and concrete duster scent. “QUICKLY” said the big one as they each wear their only pair of cotton sand-colored sandals which is not their feet size and roughly head towards the small square window surrounded by bars. They dodge and jump to see where big bomb landed as the small one stands on top of the big brother to view their world. Their movements where so swift and smooth, like it was a routine for them. As the big brother knelt down, placing his brown hands covered with sickeningly dry blood where he could almost smell the sweet metallic scent on the cold dusty concreate floor, he thought to himself, “ how long til I wash dis aged vile pungence blood, dat has now nearly smothered my senses but the old smell still suffocates my breath”. KNOCK, THAWK SMASH, heavy army boots covered with rusting dried dirt, enters the cellar, room from the vibration of …show more content…
. “sir where am I positioned for this mission sir”. “the concentration camp where they keep violent people”. The chief ordered. “so, hot, I’m not in the mood for anyone or anything. Why should I be, when I my wife hates my guts”. The solider thought quietly, until entering the concentration camp. The concentration camp had a fourteen feet high gate with grey mass of steel beams and mesh as the top had wire razor. There is no beauty in this place, it’s a toxic and brutal environment. The only color present in the scene was the warning sign. Little and big boy both saw this man. the solider then dragged an old man, as if he had been convicted for a criminal