As the allies close in on the germans, concentration camps are evacuated and prisoners are forced to go on death marches by ss officers. "faster, you filthy dogs!" we were no longer marching, we were running. like automatons. the ss were running as well, weapons in hand. we looked as though we were running from them. the night was pitch-black. from time to time, a shot exploded in the darkness. they had orders to shoot anyone who could not sustain the pace. their fingers on the triggers, they did not deprive themselves of the pleasure. if one of us stopped for a second, a quick shot eliminated the filthy dog. –night, elie wiesel what happens to most of the prisoners who cannot keep up on the march? they are left behind. they are shot immediately. they are taken to another location. they are forced to go on a death march.