Last Night I Ate an Entire Pizza. It Hurt.

On a Greek acropolis on a hill. Ruined not by time but by the destructive nature of its inhabitants. The art of murder. A series of identical young women sitting directly in front of each other so that it looks like one person. A man approaches from behind and lowers a gun to the back of the head. Fires. The woman is fine and she peels away. The next is fine and she peels away. The next is fine and peels away, but she screams in horror. The next is dead and no longer has a face.