After the Game

They’re walking around the field. The floor is riddled with corpses.

“Aw, she’s so pretty” she says as she approaches one of them, taking her phone out. The bullets struck her in the abdomen. Apart from the blood she expelled in her last moments, her face is left as it was. She looks like a murdered angel. She takes a picture.

The host walks over to her “you know we could-”

“That you even have to ask” she cuts him off, before turning around and walking off to look at some other point of interest.

The host snaps his fingers at two of the servants and points to the girl on the floor, while making some undecipharable hand gestures. They walk over and package her up before carrying her away.