[ WP ] Write a conversation between two people playing russian roulette .

`` It's heads,'' I repeat nervously as I reach to pick up the.38 special from the ceremonial table, `` that's me.'' 
 
 My hand trembles as I strain to fathom the words from the mouth of the announcer and I hear the audible gasps of my friends and family in the audience. The Thinning has already taken so many and now a 50/50 shot I ’ m next. It's inconceivable. 
 
 I look up and meet the eyes of my random adversary as she sighs in what may be only the slightest of relief. `` I wish I could tell you good luck,'' she says in an attempt to lighten the moment. 
 
 I chuckle briefly at the absurdity of this moment and the selfishness which got us here. World leaders had gathered and realized the population of the world had reached levels unsustainable by our planet. There had been discussions on how to reduce it in a last ditch effort to save the Earth and its resources; release a deadly virus which would kill a majority of the population, position attacks with super weapons at HUBs designed to reduce us to acceptable population levels, but instead we've come to this. The Thinning as it has come to be called. Every person on Earth matched with one other from their same region in rounds of Russian Roulette to thin our numbers by half. Despite our advances in technology and science, the barbarism at the root of man has won out yet again. 
 
 We are not the first pair by far. It is not lost on me how numb you can come to death and devastation when you've witnessed so much of it. Nor am I surprised at how quickly this numbness wears off when it's my own potential demise at stake. 
 
 I raise the gun, lighter than I expected, and hold it against my temple. The coldness of the metal against my exposed flesh sends a shiver down my spine. 
 
 Tears welling in both of our eyes, “ I ’ m sorry, I wish it could have been diff… ” she whispers as her voice trails off, choked back by her own tears. 
 
 *Me too*, I think. It ’ s the last thought I have as the crowd gasps, a result of the rapport of the gun which reverberates throughout the arena. 

