I wince as another Jew falls dead in the car and we soon come to a stop, the soldiers forcing us out and into the bright light. Blinking, I stumble out as I press against the small bump below my stomach and catch a glimpse of the waiting guard. 'Oliver,' He nods and I sigh as I walk down toward him and he takes my arm. "You are going this way." "What's going on? I didn't do anything." I say as I pull against him gently and he tightens his grip until I stop struggling and we head to a bunker. I sigh when the door shuts and Oliver has me sit on a bed. "How did you get transferred here?" I ask as he checks my heartbeat and the child's. "Here, eat some of this and then get some sleep, Amelia."