redamancy

prologue

It was the spring of nineteen forty-five when I saw them.

It was something I'd remember for the rest of my life.

The discovery was a gruesome one at that, hundreds of people forced into a small camp with little food to no water, no hygienic procedures, or proper care of the sick even.

The women's camp was the worst of all. I remember the women rushing the gate, as my fellow comrades clipped the lock. They all looked so fearful and well- most of them were plagued by disease.

I saw body upon body upon body in deep trenches. They were pale and in the process of rotting, it looked like a mass gravesite for them. Worst of all they were naked.

All the faces that plagued my mind at night caused me to become restless and an insomniac. The smell, the sights, the sounds, practically anything could trigger my memories of Dachau, but there was also one girl that could make me forget about all of it.

Mina.