Field

By T. Dalton

The worse, the better. More dead meant more to find, so long as you got there first.

Laz found the battlefield, so fresh that blood dripped from the leaves of grass. A silent field of butchery. Vulture shrieks greeted him. Payday.

Picking loot, he slipped and befriended a spear point.

Image source. This is part of the ongoing fiftyword exercise, currently hosted by @Jayna. Give it a shot. It's just fiftywords. The prompt this week is 'field'.