The Holocaust

I never imagined that school would become a slaughterhouse.

The moment they arrived, I was still in P.E. class. Then came the explosions, the gunfire, the screams...Teachers fell, classmates died one after another, and yet—I was still alive.

Alive, only because I have one thing left to do:To make sure our deaths meant something.

This isn’t a simulation. This isn’t a military drill. This is a real war.The enemy is merciless. Betrayal is everywhere. And I’ve been forced to lead the survivors in a counterattack—Not for revenge, but to prove that we are not lambs waiting for the slaughter.

This is the front line. This is our school.This is the last line of defense we cannot afford to lose.