Nazi

I was building a house out of dead trees for a family in need. It was winter and snow was falling, covering the forest floor in a blanket of white. Suddenly, I heard gunfire and Nazis were storming the clearing. The people were Jewish and I was a Nazi. The Nazi soldiers shot the Jewish family with machine guns, killing them. We went to a concentration camp. It might have been a death camp. It looked like a giant warehouse or airplane hangar. There was an open garage door, through which you could see a pathway bordered with large poles, similar to bamboo. There was a long line of crying people along the pathway. I had been helping people escape through emergency exit doors. Megan, one of my closest friends, caught me. She promised not to tell, but said she would not cover for me if I was discovered. I was doing my rounds when the boss lady, wearing a United States Army uniform, told me she knew what I had been doing. She then pinned my arms behind my back and yelled something I did not understand. I was trapped. Megan appeared and attempted to scotch tape my mouth closed. The boss lady pushed me down the path towards certain death in the gas chambers. Megan followed, continuing to try to tape my mouth shut in order to silence me.