They were walking into the damp building, and Amir could hear nearly silent sighs of relief from some of the men. At least they were inside; it was so much better than spending hours of hard labor in the sun. Although, as Amir looked around and spotted some others making sacks, he felt his stomach turn. Every job they were given seemed to be some sort of new way to store bodies and whatnot. The soldiers couldn't even hide that fact anymore. At first when the people were first brought to the camp, they all thought it would be ok. A bit of work, a bed, some food; the German's just wanted to keep them "separate" or something. But it only took a few months for people to start realizing that this place was nothing of what they had been told, and when people started "disappearing", it finally clicked. There were still some who believed they would get out, but Amir refused to let himself be so naive like that.

The next thing to happen seemed to pass by so quickly, almost too quickly for Amir to process. One of the men in the lines went forward and attacked a German in a frenzy, then without any hesitation, a gun was brought up and the man was shot down. The blood seemed to go everywhere. Amir was stuck standing in a pool of that blood, looking down at the dead man. That was, surprisingly, only the second time he'd seen someone be killed. He usually chose to look away, but there were times where that was impossible; like this one.

He was frozen, just at the sight of the dead man. Or was it the blood? He really wasn't sure. Maybe it was even the fact that he heard a gun load right beside him. Had he flinched maybe? Or was it simply because he was covered in blood? Or maybe they could sense the fear of seeing the dead body? Either way, Amir didn't move. He stood still, and waited.

Oddly enough, the shot never came. Instead there was a familiar voice that spoke, demanding that "a capable worker shouldn't be killed". Amir looked up said voice loomed in front of him. He didn't nod or show any sign that he was listening, but when the soldier started walking, Amir followed behind silently and obediently.

After all, if he didn't, he'd be shot; and then what the man had said would have been put to waste.

Amir felt a twinge of irritation as he was pushed out of the door, and almost wanted to shake the soldier off of his back. Of course, he didn't, but there was no one keeping him from thinking about it. Despite the fact that Amir was a rather obedient "slave" nowadays, his personality remained roughly the same on the inside; he still hated being pushed and ordered around.

"It's over here," he muttered, turning a corner and leading the man to his "room". If you could call it that.

He felt his eyes go up towards the blazing sun once more. Despite the fact that he hated working in it, it was calming in a way. He supposed that was why he always seemed to be so attracted to it. It didn't exactly give him hope, or making him happy or anything, it just reminded Amir that there was a world outside of here. It was easy to forget that once in a while after being stuck in the "camp" for such a long time.

As they arrived at the wooden room, Amir bit his lip to let out a sigh, before stopping in his tracks. He hadn't been told to go in, or anything really, so he didn't want to risk it. The thoughts of the soldiers were always so complex, and Amir always tried to never do anything wrong. Sometimes that meant simply waiting to be ordered around, despite his dislike for it.

"It's here," he looked up at the soldier.

((Done. I'm trying to stop making people wait for such a long time. sorry. -.-''))