"Hey mate wake up!" whispered Greg Oates to his friend James Walker who was asleep his head was resting on his kit bag. The two friends had spent the night in a beach hut on the west coast of the island.
"What happened? Have I missed an announcement?" asked James sleepily.
"Yeah Jodie's dead I'm sorry to say" replied Greg sadly.
"Just Jodie?" asked James.
"Yeah I heard gunfire earlier. This game is fucked up twenty four of our class are dead! It so unfair why us? Why where we chosen? We where all good students and our school was a good school! Why not a failing school?" cried Greg.
"And would you feel bad for the students if they got picked?" replied James.
"Yeah but" he stammered.
"We are in this situation we got to try and find others who won't play the game and then we'll" he stopped midsentence a figure was standing the doorway it was Cara.
"Cara?" smiled Greg.
"Hi guys. You know one thing as we are all dying out here I thought I wanted some fun and I have always thought you two where cute." She said seductively. She tossed her blazer on the floor and slowly undid her shirt. Greg and James watched transfixed as she did this her right hand slid down behind her skirt and reached for her pistol. As quick as a flash she pulled the pistol out and shot Greg straight through the heart he flew backwards and onto a chair. James pulled out his weapon a colt 45 but he wasn't quick enough Cara fired again and shot James through the head.
"Silly boys always live through your penises!" she laughed as she redid her shirt up and picked up her blazer. She took James' colt 45 then she looked at Greg's weapon a deck of cards. She shook her head and left the beach hut whistling.