“Liquidated? You mean everyone’s gone?!” “Everyone but purebred Germans.” They stared at each other. “What are we going to do?”, Alecksander said worriedly. This can’t be happening, he thought. They can’t be gone. There’s no place to go. We can’t survive here on our own. But despite his worries, he knew that to survive, they had to leave, in order to stay alive in the oppression of the Nazis. He took a deep breath, “We have to leave. We have to see what’s out there.” Filip smiled coldly, “I was just out there. It’s not good.” “I don’t care. We’ll starve down here if we don’t go.” Alecksander continued to press, saying every possible reason why they needed to go. “And,” he finished, “The Nazis are sure to come beack to raid it. They need every possible ration they can find. And they’re sure to check the cellar for more food.” Filip ran a hand through his hair, ”Alright, if that’s how it needs to