“Waiting will just make it harder, Mike” “He’s my son!” “And we’ve given you enough time to cope with that! If you can’t do it, give me the gun and look away!” “No I have to do it!” Sam sighed, “Look I know this is hard for you, but you know the rules, both you and your son.” He then pointed at Mike’s son, tied and blindfolded in order to not witness pleading or hateful eyes. “Look at him, he’s not even putting up a fight. He knows what must be done. If you don’t kill him, you’ll be jeopardising this entire bunker.” The father knew this, he had no choice. But as he was finally mentally prepared to do the deed, he noticed something. His son was shaking. He could tell he was trying to suppress the fear but it was just enough for the father to notice. “I’m sorry, I can’t do it.” “Oh for crying out l-“but before Sam could finish, Mike turned the gun upon himself and shot. The group overseeing the execution stood in silence for a few minutes for what has occurred.   “So this was your answer, Mike.” Sam said “Untie the boy. He’s free to go”   After removing the ropes and blindfold, the son ran and collapsed in front of his father, letting out all the emotions he had suppressed. “He was a courageous man.” Sam said “Choosing to volunteer himself despite the Lottery picking his own son. Stronger than most of us here.” He then turned to one of his men. “Let him grieve for his dad for a few minutes, after that, call the butcher. He should be able to last us for at least a week.”

Story is told by Emu-Fred

LostSoul


Reminds me of a bunker in Fallout