Snail Trails
Carly watched the guards drag away the bodies of the other dead competitors. # 1 literally had no head left. His killer (#12) was still in a stupor, transfixed by the deed he had performed. The empty gun was pried from his frozen fingers, the knuckles white as he gripped the piece tightly – as if holding on for dear life. The man’s face was a deathly grey colour and devoid of emotion – almost robot-like. He was clearly in shock at the sight of blowing another human being’s head to smithereens. He remained standing.