How troublesome. Its so hectic to serve them, drive them here and there. Serve them like a servant. I really wish I could kill them, just pull their hearts out of their chest with my bony fingers and drink their red blood... but master won't allow us.

We skeletons had a pact with him. He picks 6 of us and makes us serve the contestants. He then gifts us their souls. Everyones. He keeps one for himself, he needs one more soul to become immortal. This year he will claim the last soul. He will then rule the world. He is going to help my cursed clan, thats why I will serve him.

I opened the door of the SUV. I had to drive them back to hotel for lunch. Leaving the work of serving them, I've got another important work of analysing their weaknesses and strengths. The god game helped us very much. We completely copied their dark past their fatal weakness and they didn't even get a hint. We have been keeping an eye on them in the practice sessions. Their weakness is completely vulnerable at that moment. But the best part comes as the result when we see them suffering, the cry loudly but no one can help them.

This time I've got an extra job. Every year the contestants are egoistic and are ready to kill each other even before the games but this time I've to do something which can cause envy between everyone and I know how to do that.

We reached back the hotel, now the time to stuff the pork before cooking it. Its tough for the kids to eat food from the hands of the dead. I entered the kitchen picking up the dishes cooked by the zombie cooks. Its troublesome when their skin falls into the food and sometimes even their body parts. I have to inspect the food before serving it but sometimes I don't even care. Its funny when they eat zombie's skin and compliment the food for its taste.

I served the food with a smile. "Eat your hearts out."(pun intended)

Half an hour and its time for practice again.