"Come on!" the soldier with black hair said.
About five of the soldiers sprinted behind him. We were about forty meters into the forest. Lights faintly shone through the trees of the forest. The barking of the dogs became louder and closer. Yelling began and sirens went off.
We knew that the dogs would be the biggest threat, they would sniff us out in no time. We just kept running and running for miles, and they continued to hunt us . We kept running for about an hour and stopped only six times. They were falling behind. The sound of dogs barking was no longer ringing in our ears, but lights faintly shown through the trees of the forest.
We were now in an open valley with dirt roads going every which way. We passed some town homes which were deserted. There were only guns, ammo, artillery shells, and about four bottles of Vodka on a table. We took all of the guns that were in each home. The soldier with black hair talked to me the whole time we looked through those homes.
"I'm Ernst Schwarz and you are.....?"
"Albert Schneider, it's nice to meet you."
"What unit are you from?" I asked him.
"The 18th Panzergrenadier division and we were stationed at the Northern tip of Romania. What about you?"
"I was stationed close to Kursk and the unit I'm from is the 78th Infantry division of the Wehrmacht."
The sounds of dogs barking went back to my ears. All of the other soldiers looked back at the forest and widened their eyes. I felt my heart sink to my stomach again.
"GO!" Ernst yelled.
"I think..........thats a good idea." I said back to him worried.
We all started sprinting down the road for our lives. I turned my head slowly around and saw that there were six officers with bright flashlights and three of them had dogs that would not stop barking. They were also armed with rifles. I thought this was it for us when they started shooting their rifles. None of us were shot, thankfully.
I thought about fighting back since they did not know we were armed with pistols, knifes, and rifles. The rest of the soldiers refused to do so but we planned to spilt up into groups of two. Me and Ernest went together and ran south, the rest ran East or North.
Since there was a small town down south, about 1 mile, that me and Ernst have both been to, we ran there first and hid in one of the homes there that had a cellar in the back. As we entered it, the walls were made out of grey cement blocks that were stacked on top of each other. There was a small lantern that was trying to stay lit on a wooden table with cigarette butts in the ash tray right next to it. There was also an old wooden chair right next to it that had springs coming out from the cushion.
Ernst quickly shut the cellar's doors and locked the lock that was on the inside. He came back down the stairs and looked around. I noticed there were a series of what looked like unfinished tunnels, only one was complete. There was a small light coming from it. I slowly walked in and stopped my steps. I listened and heard the soft moaning of a woman. I looked back at Ernst and he was following my footsteps. I swallowed deeply, took a deep breath and walked in.