He was a { t h r e a t } 
                      Threats needed to be eliminated

             T-Dog held the gun up, after just firing, watching the limp
             body fall heavily to the ground. What he’d done; he probably
             couldn’t have been forgiven. He was only doing what was
             right for the group, he was making sure that no one got 
             hurt. No one, that is, except for this rouge prisoner holding
             a – probably – stolen shotgun, now laying just out of his hand.

                                             ❝—-Rick.. He was going to kill us..❞