How were any of you supposed to be prepared for this? The answer: you couldn’t be. There was no money on any of your heads and you had no rivals willing enough to kill any of you and face the consequences. The only reason your parents would be the target of Joesph Chilton was that he was low on money for alcohol and needed to get more for his own gain. Nothing more, nothing less. Did he want to kill your parents? No. But he freaked out and ended up shooting them. Just your luck to be out that night.

You walked along with your parents after a peaceful outing. Joe stood adjacent to you and your parents, gun in hand. Your parents, however, didn’t seem to be crying for help or running. Your dad stood in front of your mother, protecting her as he went up against Joe. Once he demanded their wallets and valuables and saw that they didn’t comply like he thought, he panicked and shot them. You let out an audible gasp, not ready for this. There, your parents fell, blood slowly pouring out of them.

“Hey..er.” Joe paused, a bit shocked with himself at what he had done, but he wouldn’t let it show. He didn’t know what to say so he said the first thing that came to mind. “No hard feelings, kid. That wasn’t meant to happen.”