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I started to calculate my chances. I decided to try and sneak out rather than try to fight him. I didn’t even think about using the gun because I couldn’t bear the idea of taking a man's life, no matter who he is. He turned to the window and I took my opportunity and slowly started to crawl out. Then I heard stop and saw the guard standing behind me with his rifle pointed directly at me. He did not know that I had the gun and his fellow Gu10 soldiers were still out.

As he approached me I remembered all the time in the labor camp, all the sleepless nights, and my beloved wife who died because of them. Instinctively I turned around and pulled the trigger. After three shots that sounded like thunder in the dead silence, the Gu10 soldier fell to the floor. I can still see the look of surprise in his eyes the look that he had when his head hit the floor. Me, well I puked at that moment, my conscience screaming into the back of my head. I was a murderer. The one thing I swore not ever to become.

And the worst part is I did not feel remorse or guilt. I felt just rage and fear. Time to go I thought. I ran like crazy begging for my legs for a few more miles of endurance. I was nearly out of the block when I heard the other Gu10 guard. They must have heard the gunshots and now they were shooting and cursing at me, and desperately trying to catch me. I decided not to let them and ran like crazy. I don’t know how long I ran.