From Prisoner B-3087 : I looked out through the cracks of the crawlspace. Goeth was coming closer, all shining black leather boots and crisp black uniform. One of his dogs lifted its ears and looked right at me. I pulled back away from the wall. "We're trapped. We have to get out of here." I was almost choking onmy own fear. "And go where?" Thomas hissed. "If we leave, they'll find us in the barrack!" "I don't care. We can't be caught here." I pushed my way up and out of the crawlspace. I gasped, filling my lungs. But if I didn't really want to die, I had to move quickly. My heart was thumping, but it made me feel alive, and feeling alive made me want to stay alive. Excerpted from Prisoner B-3087 by Jack Gruener, Alan Gratz, Ruth Gruener All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
