Levi chose to fight alone.
Written by Zulema
Co-writer: Elizabeth
Co-writer: Elizabeth
The Germans had suspended further deportation operations, it seemed, but that was three months ago. Everyone seemed glad for the peace and quiet, to be able to celebrate their holiday of Passover, but it was also the day before Adolf Hitler’s birthday. This wasn’t good, Levi felt it. This was the calm before the storm. This was the start of the Uprising.
The moonlight gleams on the ghetto homes, as marching echoes from outside. It gets louder by the second and the ghetto- inhabitants are up and running. Their children and loved ones dragged by the hand, they leave for the bunkers as the resistance forces scramble around to prepare, their plans already taking place.
Levi, with hair out of place and clothes wrinkled, holds his gun like his life depends on it, his family dancing around to grab the essentials. The marching, it’s frightening, but he smacks his cheeks.
“You can’t back down now, not this time. Think of your family.”
With that, he straightens up, his posture screams confident but his eyes cry fear. Before hesitance settles back, the ground shakes.
Boom.
The Germans fire. The mingled war cries with the gunshots cause Levi to run, his family in the other direction. He couldn’t hold them back, but he couldn’t just quit now. This is his battle, to protect, and to free.
They shot them, they shot his family. The Germans won. They beat the rebellion.
He felt empty, not just in that he had not eaten in what seemed like forever but his heart felt empty. Everything he had ever loved, that pretty lady, his family, everything gone. What other option did he have?
Levi felt like a tamed animal, he was drained of energy and his need to protect had long been blown out. The Germans would soon find him, but he refused to die by the wrath of a corrupted monster. He held the cool metal object close to his chest. Cold, but soon he would be colder. Levi couldn’t bare this pain he carried with him. He had to, he just had too. He slowly raised the lifeless object to his chest. He pulled the trigger.
Levi’s body fell to the ground and he could feel this useless sack of bones weighing him down. He felt his eyes close and everything faded to dark.
The moonlight gleams on the ghetto homes, as marching echoes from outside. It gets louder by the second and the ghetto- inhabitants are up and running. Their children and loved ones dragged by the hand, they leave for the bunkers as the resistance forces scramble around to prepare, their plans already taking place.
Levi, with hair out of place and clothes wrinkled, holds his gun like his life depends on it, his family dancing around to grab the essentials. The marching, it’s frightening, but he smacks his cheeks.
“You can’t back down now, not this time. Think of your family.”
With that, he straightens up, his posture screams confident but his eyes cry fear. Before hesitance settles back, the ground shakes.
Boom.
The Germans fire. The mingled war cries with the gunshots cause Levi to run, his family in the other direction. He couldn’t hold them back, but he couldn’t just quit now. This is his battle, to protect, and to free.
They shot them, they shot his family. The Germans won. They beat the rebellion.
He felt empty, not just in that he had not eaten in what seemed like forever but his heart felt empty. Everything he had ever loved, that pretty lady, his family, everything gone. What other option did he have?
Levi felt like a tamed animal, he was drained of energy and his need to protect had long been blown out. The Germans would soon find him, but he refused to die by the wrath of a corrupted monster. He held the cool metal object close to his chest. Cold, but soon he would be colder. Levi couldn’t bare this pain he carried with him. He had to, he just had too. He slowly raised the lifeless object to his chest. He pulled the trigger.
Levi’s body fell to the ground and he could feel this useless sack of bones weighing him down. He felt his eyes close and everything faded to dark.
Art by Elizabeth Tran