Back when we lost
Keith, it prompted goodbye letters to be issued from everyone along with what
we called The Finale Contingency. We all wrote letters for what we wanted if we
were compromised. As the leader of the group, after members of our group was
compromised, I went to the Finale letters that we stored in the Cash Office.
Tommy was gone before we could even access his letter. But Becca made it clear
what she wanted. Everyone was granted full immunity on this one. There was no
judgment leveled for anyone’s decision.
So I read what Becca
wanted. She had a contingency plan that wasn’t on our option list. She wanted
to go out guns blazing and go out in a blaze of glory. I understand that
mentality but that also means she might show back up at our doorstep later and
it also means that we are losing potential resources. This is not like Tommy
taking a box of ammo. Becca wanted to strap weapons on Rambo style and charge
into a horde of these things, taking out as many as she can before she dies. It
was a noble sentiment and totally within her character. I got it. And I in the
right circumstances, I might have wanted to do the same.
But Becca didn’t want
to weaken our group, so rather than taking firearms or ammunition, she took
Ashlynn’s pick axe that was her weapon of choice. I asked her where she was
going to go and she commented that Spavinaw was probably still overrun with all
the meth lab zombies. (For the record, Spavinaw is about 10 miles south of
Langley.) The town never had much to offer by way of scavenging so it seemed
like a reasonable target.
Becca was the same as
she always was. She was even still cracking a bunch of her sarcastic jokes that
I always expected of her. There was moment where she almost cracked… “You
always know in the back of your mind that this could happen to you but even
when it does, you are never really prepared for it.” I thought I saw a single
tear. But then she hopped off the Produce Dock and then started heading south.
No sentiments of well
wishing. No long speech. No goodbyes. She just headed off to the south to meet
her inevitability. I guess in some ways, that kind of departure is the best.
Just here one second and then gone the next. I think that it spares the rest of
the group a lot of turmoil and heartache.
Those tears are not
really for the infected. Their timecard has been punched. The ones that are
suffering are the ones that are left behind. That and I get the impression that
Becca did not want anyone’s pity. I guess we all knew that this was a
possibility. She rolled the dice when she got up this morning and she lost. No
sense in complaining about it… I guess that is how she looked at it and that is
why she left. If we didn’t know how she felt about us by now, then what does it
really matter what the parting words were?
LOST MEMBER
Becca Cason – Langley, OK
