Partisans

One by one, the young girls were herded into the field behind the farmhouse. In total, there were 5 of them. Little Sophie was 8, Monika was 13, Juna was 11, Anna was 9 and Mila was 15. Their ages combined did not even reach the age of the oldest of their captors.

5 shovels were dropped at their feet. The officer ordered the girls to dig. They reluctantly picked up the shovels and began digging. Their breath steamed in the cold winter air. The soil had yet to freeze completely, so the girls soon had a hole about a foot deep and 3 feet wide. The officer ordered them to stop, and they did.

The soldiers looked on in interest as the officer ordered the girls to strip naked. Mila uttered a curse at the officer, who was bemused.
He unholstered his handgun and squeezed off a shot at the ground directly in front of the girls. They screamed and held each other tightly. The officer repeated his order, a hint of steel in his voice.
They began to strip, shucking off their overcoats, slipping out of dresses, and finally stepping out of their underwear. Soon, all 5 were naked, huddled together as the icy wind bit their skin. Mila gathered the younger girls around her, and whispered prayers.

The officer motioned at the soldiers, who lazily got off their rears and shuffled into a line. They switched off the safeties on their rifles and pointed them towards the girls. Sophie looked up at Mila, fear filling her soft, round face. Mila squeezed her hand, trying her best to smile. Anna began to sob, earning a shaky rebuke from Monika. Monika herself was breathing rapidly, her heart pounding in terror. Juna just stared at the soldiers, her large blue eyes wide like the eyes of a deer caught in the middle of a road.

The officer yelled a command, and the soldiers opened fire. The serene quiet of the farm was shattered as the rifles unloaded round after round into soft little bodies.

The girls jerked and twirled as rifle calibre bullets tore through them. Monika died instantly when a round blasted through her forehead, spraying blood and brain matter into the fresh snow. Juna had three bullets punch through her stomach, tearing it open. Her intestines sagged out, steaming. She collapsed to her knees, where another bullet caught her in her lower jaw, shattering it. The little girl crumpled, blood pouring out of her wounds.

Anna had 5 rounds punch through her neck, almost severing her head from her body. The young girl's head swung down, only barely connected to her neck via a string of muscle and sinew. She collapsed into the hole, blood and vomit spraying from her exposed neck hole.

Sophie didn't fare much better, as 2 rounds blasted through her flat chest. One passed through her left lung, collapsing it, before tumbling and shattering her spinal column. The other bullet punched through her right breast, collapsing her other lung, before passing out her back. She dropped, paralyzed and coughing up blood.

However, through some cosmic stroke of luck, Mila only had a bullet enter her hip. The teenager fell back into the hole, clutching her wound. The other girls dropped on top of her, and Mila grunted in agony. She laid still as the soldiers came over to inspect the corpses. Mila heard Sophie gurgling, and the soldiers laughed. There was a sickening CRUNCH, and Sophie ceased gurgling. More laughter. The sound of a truck engine started, then slowly drifted away.

Mila laid there for an hour, underneath the broken and shattered remains of her friends. She felt dead inside, and wished for God to take her away.

Soon, she heard another voice yelling. Her own language. She stirred. The bodies were rolled off of her, and the face of a young boy loomed over her. Another, older boy knelt down and picked her up. She uttered thanks, and fainted.