"Please, we didn't do anythi-" Before Dad could finish, he got shot in the head. Mom grabbed something under her seat, but before she got it out, she was dead the same way Dad did. I froze, hoping he wouldn't find me. Instead of searching the backseats, he opened my mom's car door and carried her body down on the road near Dad's. When the man left, I ran over to my dead parents and cried. I didn't know what to do, so I ran as far away from the dead people. This was the first death in Heatherwood.
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