It was 1942, an era when evil reigned. The sky grey from gunsmoke and fire, and the smell of torture lingered in the air.

The long, black train pulled up to the station, between several broken-down buildings. Many armed men lined up in front of each car as the doors were opened.

Hundreds of people poured out as they were forced to form lines, stirring up clouds of sand with their bare feet.

The people didn't look like people. They resembled zombies, for they were thin and pale, their eyes dark and deep in their sockets.

Families were split up as the children cried and reached out for their mothers and fathers.

Women were shoved onto another train by the dozens and some of the men were lined up and shot down one by one.

There was no telling who would end up where or how long they would get to see the world.

In one of those cars stood two little girls, squished between others that looked exactly the same. They were small, with curly black hair, and dark brown eyes. Their dresses were pale yellow but covered in dirt. Their arms were thin as sticks, but their innocence gave them hope.

They didn't understand what the men were saying. They only saw anger in the faces of the Germans and the loud noise their weapons made after their leader gave the signal.

A tall man in uniform led the girls out of the car, and they walked miles and miles to a camp filled with children just like them. They were given no food, no water, and they weren't allowed to speak.

Months passed by and snow began to fall. With little clothes they knew the future didn't look good for them.

An angry man walked into the girls' bunk one night and began yelling. Startled, the girls were woken to form a line in the snow.

With no shoes or warm clothes, those two girls could only keep each other warm.

Their eyes stayed bright and their hope never died. They knew that soon they would return home and be with their families again.

Men carrying large amounts of ammunition around their waists guided the girls through the large stretch of snow-covered land, following just a few feet behind with a pointed gun.

They both knew they had to keep walking. No matter what.

Moving had begun to get more difficult, and the freezing air was tight in their chests.

The two girls glanced over at each other, without the need for words. They joined hands and clasped them together so tight that nothing could break their bond.

As the wind blew harder, and the snow was past their knees, they were barely moving at all.

Hand in hand they waded through the snow and faced their deaths. Together.