Answer:
He looked out across the plain, once green, but now riddled with brown lumps in red pools. His hands felt sticky; looking down at them, they were red as well.
A scream of pain tore through the night, chilling her to the bones. The knife went deeper and deeper, until the scream, his scream, subsided, leaving her free, finally free; but she felt no freedom.
Couldn't think of comedies, sorry