I am the Angel with the Broken Wing

After a destructive war, politics, technology, and entertainment ceased to exist for a while. The only thing that mattered was survival and humans weren't the only race that was nearly wiped out. Food was scarce and drinkable water almost impossible to find. It was survival of the fittest. Now there are two classes, the Hunters, and the Prey. And there is only one reason the Prey exist according to the Hunters; to be hunted for their enjoyment.
This is an idea I've had for a while but haven't edited in a long time and I'm sure it's riddled with flaws, so if you have any constructive criticism, please comment. Also, The Most Dangerous Game, a short story by Richard Connell inspired this idea.