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My name is Alexander, Alexander Moore. I'm 17 years old and I'm orphaned. In 2006, I was 2. Me and my parents went for a drive around town. Everything was great until someone stopped us. A man in a black mask and jacket was in the middle of the street. Slowly, my mom said "Alex dear, get down underneath your seat, please." I went down under my seat. I was worried. I didn't know what was going on. I heard my dad's car door open, so I took a peek. "Sir, please move out of the road. My wife and I are trying to get home." The man looked around our car and pulled something out of his pocket. Dad's face turned shocked.

"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.