Anjodamorte123

        "Mengele!" A voice called. Josef was laying on a medical bed sleeping. "Mengele!" The voice yelled louder. Josef woke right up and tried sitting up. A shot of pain ran down his right leg. "No, no, lay down," the voice stated. The lights turned on to find Hoess standing by the door. "Where am I?" Josef asked then looked around the room. "Why am I here?" He yelled. The heart monitor ran faster. "You broke your hip. Nasty bike accident, I heard," Hoess chuckled. "Bike accident? What do you mean?" Josef was frantic. Surely he wasn't in an accident, or he would remember it, right?        "You were riding your motorcycle and smacked into a

   "Mengele! Hoess!" a drill sargeant called from outside the room. I shot up from the bottom bunk, Hoess from the top. We both quickly put on our uniforms, trying not to wake the rest of the sleeping troops. The door quietly opened. "Get chow, you are needed pronto!", he quietly instructed. We nodded and ran off to the mess hall. "What do you think we are needed for?" Hoess asked, a confused look on his face. "I dunno, but Sarge was real sincere about it, so we know it is important", I answered. We finally reached the mess hall, which was barely even set up, since the rest of the people wake up an hour later. "Qucikly eat, you guys are late

    It was a dark and stormy night at Auschwitz. The outside areas were flooded and the lights were burnt out from the lightening. Josef was sitting at his desk half asleep, his hip still hurting from the motorcycle accident a few days before. The wind whistled past the windows. Suddenly, the sirens went off, an escapee. Josef shot straight up. "He jumped the barbed wire!", a shout came from down the hall. "MENGELE!" a voice called. Josef ran out of his office and saw Hoess standing with his armed crossed, a lantern in his hands. "You able to get him?" he asked. Josef nodded, "Yes, I am." Hoess chuckled," You sure, that was a nasty accident,