July
23, 2017
We
had groups out taking care of any undead drawn by the noise from the
gunfight last night. There haven't been many, since our area wasn't
heavily populated to begin with. Everyone was in agreement, Charlie's
group will die by firing squad. We've decided to give them a meal and
then execute them around noon.
I
went with the group that told Charlie and his group, about 10 am.
They had been secured with their hands tied in front of them, and
locked in the pantry all night. Well, since we'd captured them
anyway. And boy, was Charlie furious when we let them out, under
armed guard. We took them all to the living room, then one by one, we escorted them to the bathroom.
Once
they were done, we sat them all down and Aaron explained what had
been decided. Charlie exploded and tried to take some of the guards
down, but they had tasers and he was the one who hit the floor,
instead. As soon as he was down, Irene and Carla had to be restrained
by Gary and Steve as they screamed obscenities at us and tried to kick
anything that got close enough. The younger ones, Mason and Faith,
both just shrugged and said “What's the point?”, they knew they
weren't getting away. Charlie lay on the floor, twitching, covered
by two guards while Gary and Steve held onto the women until they
started to wind down. It takes a lot of energy to throw that big of a
fit.
Once
they stopped fighting and just stood there, huffing and puffing, they
were sat back down and Charlie was pulled up and put back on the
couch, too. Then, Aaron continued telling them they would be fed and
then they'd be brought out and the execution would be around noon.
Charlie started to try to stand up, but was still weak from being tased earlier, and Gary just pushed him back to the couch.
Amanda
and her people arrived with their last meal and brought it in. They
were given spoons to eat with and we all stayed with them until it
was time to go. We tied them together and marched them out of the
house and lined them up against the wall of the garage. Gary, Steve,
Williams, and several others all lined up with their rifles and
before Charlie could rile his people up enough to try to attack
again, they aimed and fired. It was over and it was a relief, They
weren't trustworthy and Charlie was crazy. The others just followed
his lead, like he was their cult leader. They were dangerous and they
had to be killed.
I
never believed in the death penalty before the pandemic, but I also
didn't believe in just imprisoning someone for years, either. But
now, there is just no other option. We can't waste the resources to
hold someone prisoner and we can't let them go. They could find
others and bring them back to attack us. We can't take the risk,
either way. We did the only thing we could do.
I
thought I would feel worse about them dying, but I had thought about
it last night. If there had been fewer of us, or if we hadn't been as
well organized and had posted guards, we could be dead and they would
have our supplies. How many other groups had they done this to? How
many people like us, who were just trying to get by, survive, and
rebuilt out own little corner of civilization? How many others would
they have done it to, if we had let them leave? No, they had to die
and it didn't make me feel like a bad person to know it was the right
thing to do.
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