It was probably somewhere around 6 in the morning when the sounds of chaos began enveloping everything. I was asleep, next to my little sister and my parents, until the movements of my sister, who was cuddling in the middle of us all, woke me up. “Did you hear that?” she asked, swinging back and forth in an effort to wake us from our slumber. The first to wake up was my father. My mom and I almost immediately followed, but none of us answered her question. “Do you hear that?” she insisted, so my father went to her in an attempt to make her calm down. I remained silent and focused all my attention in a single point behind my ear, trying to catch sound as it traveled through the air. I couldn’t hear anything, but my sister didn’t give up I tried once again to listen, just to be unsuccessful again. I was already telling my sister she was crazy when a deep sound made me stop in the middle of my speech.
“..m, …m, …m”, was starting to come from a distance. “P..m, p..m, p..,” it was getting closer, and clearer every second “pum, pum, pum”, it was some kind of stomping “PUM!” Some men suddenly appeared right in front of us carrying weapons; we didn’t have any time to react at all. The men were well organized and one of their leaders ordered some others to grab us as soon his eyes met our sight. We were helpless. They tied us up and took us with them. As they were dragging us around, we saw there were many others just like the people who had just captured us, and each of them had taken along a family just as mine. It was finally happening, we all knew this day would come, but we never expected it to be this soon. We thought we still had some weeks left before they came for us.
They pressed us all into the back of a truck; it was wet, dirty and tight. Air rushed out from the truck as we got in, as if knowing what would happen if it stayed. Dozens of bodies, maybe even dozens of families, all pressed against each other, side by side, some over and a few unlucky under others. My family managed to stick together, but many got broken apart amongst the piles of bodies and couldn’t get back together during the entire trip. It was nearly impossible to voluntarily move in that cabin, we either kept getting pushed by others or by the movement of the truck itself as it took a sharp turn or went over rocks in its way. The drive was a couple hour long, even though it felt as it had gone on for days. No one knew where exactly they were taking us, but we all knew what they were taking us there for.
The engine began making a strong, rough sound, as the truck slowly halted in its place. When it finally stopped, we could hear the heavy metal heeled boots of the men who had taken us smashing the ground in their wake. “Pum, pum, pum”, it was coming from every direction, but it was a specific “pum”, which traveled from the cabin to the rear of the truck where we were trapped, the one that let us free. In the very moment the gates of hell opened up, wet, weak bodies rolled down and formed a pile in the ground as they fell. While some of our captors picked up the ones that had fell down the truck, others forced us down the vehicle. It was a horrid sensation, to feel how we involuntarily crushed skin, flesh and bone as we stepped over the already disfigured dead bodies of those unlucky bastards who were lying on the ground.
Once we had all managed to get off the truck, either dead or barely living, they piled us up in some big groups. One of the men was mad because of the high percentage of losses they had had, but it wasn’t out of compassion or mercy, he was mad because we wouldn’t be that profitable. “What a lousy batch” he said, as he hurried to remove the remaining corpses from the truck. Those of us who had managed to survive the ride were taken to the entrance of a large stone structure with old, noisy metal doors which looked heavier than the trucks that had taken us there. Before letting us in, they sorted us into two groups: the youngest and oldest in one batch, and the rest in another. This was the moment in which my family started splitting.
My mother, father and I were sorted into the general group, but my sister was taken into the other group. In the men’s attempt of taking her, we all refused to let her go and pulled her as hard as we could, her life was literally in our hands and we were not willing to let her go, but our will was not as strong as those cruel arms. As they pulled her, they tore my sister from my father’s grasp. The pull was so strong that I heard a fracture, but I decided to keep it to myself.
When all activities resumed, each of the groups was mobilized through the interior of different doorways. I would never see my sister again; I saw her body vanishing as we each went through our respective threshold into the darkness. My parents were devastated. Without a second to spare for grieving, our captors continued guiding us through the building until we reached an even darker, dirtier and colder room which appeared to be a storehouse. We were right. When the gates screeched open we spotted hundreds or thousands of families resting in the deepest part of the room. A smell of organic residue which indicated they had been stored in there for a while — destiny which we would eventually share — flooded the room.
I don’t know how much time we were there, but for the entire time we remained together as a big group attempting to stay warm, as even with the immense number of bodies present, there was a very low temperature in that place. It was completely dark most of the time, except when the men opened the gates just to let in another group of us along with dim, torturously warm rays of hope. During one of the constant rituals of opening the doors, the routine was broken. Instead of weak hopeless man coming in, out captors had come to drag us out and take us somewhere else outside. We slowly opened our eyes as we got used to see the sunlight once again. In the middle of our travel, before we reached our intended destination, our move was interrupted by a group of men coming out of the door where they had taken my sister. There were 4 of them, and each one was pushing a big wheeled container in the direction of another storage we could see in the distance. Right when we started moving again, I heard the dry sound of something heavy falling down into the ground. I turned around and followed the men who headed towards the source of the noise. They were angry because one of the containers had turned over, dropping its cargo. Even though I still couldn’t completely open my eyes and see clearly in the sun, I tried to focus my sight and see what the men were carrying. I then understood what had happened to those who were sorted into the other group — I was terrified and this time I couldn’t keep it to myself, my fathers also witnessed those horrors. We continued moving. Trucks again, this time bigger, larger and heavier than the last, but at least also tidier and less crowded. They transported us again, but this time it seemed as they had a proper driver since it was slower, smoother and more peaceful in general.
An indefinite number of hours later, the truck came to a stop, the doors opened back again and they started bringing us down. Those who were going down were being taken into a room far worse than any horror story I had ever read or even imagined. They were systemically decapitating, one by one, everyone who got dragged into the room. Then the headless bodies would be skinned off, tossing skins aside and forming a mountain of bodiless skins and piling up the skinless bodies deeper into the room. My sight could reach deeper into that torture chamber, but I couldn’t, I had to turn my view. I couldn’t stand watching such cruelty anymore, and I didn’t want to imagine what else they were doing to us back there; that kind of cruelty made no sense. The men emptied half the truck, and almost right before I was taken down as well, the flow miraculously stopped and the doors were shut tight. Either luckily or unluckily, I couldn’t tell, another destiny was waiting for those still inside that rolling time bomb.
The drive was way shorter this time. As I heard the “pum, pum, pum” of the driver I couldn’t do anything but imagine what the future held for us. As the driver opened the gates, we waited as the doomed who awaits for the fall of the guillotine. The door got opened, and once my eyes managed to see past the blinding light that came inside, I felt relief. There was no more death in sight, just people.
We got handed out to the people who were awaiting for our arrival. My father, mother and I, along another couple dozens of prisoners, were given to a man who quickly took us into the place where he lived. The man started dropping us strategically around the room, and once we were all in our place, he opened another set of gates and people started pouring in. They went round and round through the room, watching us, touching us and pressing us with their hands whenever they felt interest in any of us. I caught a young woman’s attention. She stopped next to me, inspected me thoroughly, petted me and moved her hands through my body feeling if I was strong and big enough. She brought her nose closer and took a sniff, I think she liked it. After carefully making sure I was ok, she called the man who had brought me there. They talked for a few seconds and reached some sort of agreement. Coins went from the delicate hands of the woman onto the rough hands of the man, he put them in his pocket and she carried me out of there.
The woman brought me to her car and, minutes later, inside her house. I didn’t understand my situation, everything was happening so quickly. When we went in, she left me by the table and went to the kitchen to grab a bowl and two spoons which she put right in front of me. She then hurried to the freezer and brought out a big gallon of milky ice cream. She poured enough for two people into the bowl and left it right at my side. “Come here honey, I got a surprise for you” she said, quite energetically, and sat down next to me. She delicately put one of her hands in the back of my head, then she slowly brought the other one around as well. Suddenly, she twisted them in opposite directions and broke my neck. The savagery continued. She tore my head apart; she took my skin off and let my naked body over the freezing ice cream. She grabbed one of the spoons and missed my body just by an inch, as it pierced the ice cream next to me. With the second spoon my luck was not that good again. It pieced my flesh, went right through my body and tore it in half. A small kid came running from a room nearby, sat by her and the woman kissed the back of his head. “I love you sweetheart, here’s the banana split I promised you for acing your exam.” she said, as the small kid took a big spoonful of banana and ice cream straight into his wide-open mouth.