Europe September 1st, 1939
The sound of hundreds of tools clanging and banging against metal and rock echoed around the factory. The war had started around three months ago and the battle field was already a deserted bomb ground with factories mounted into the ground, some still standing and prison camps dotted over the land.
“Move!” shouted a prison camp guard. Hundreds of prisoners in filthy torn orange jumpsuits shuffled forwards as some groaned as the guards shoved them into the muddy earth.
Billows of smoke poured out of the tall chimneys which towered in the background, the prisoners would be forced to mine for the gold and fuel. It was the rarest thing possible due to the situation the world was in with fuel wars, flooding and diseases spreading around the world. Europe was in a state of disaster.
Jeffrys pickaxe hit something hard, it clanged around the tunnel, “what?” Jeff questioned himself. He quickly began to clear the rest of the rock and dirt, Jeff gasped. A thick steel door was lodged behind two big boulders almost invisible, Jeff tried to pull the door open but it wouldn’t budge. The soldiers were hiding something and he knew whatever was behind that door was something that would change this war entirely.
To Be Continued