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I sit in my shelter underground, just below enough that we are hidden but can still hear what is going on in the Earrg above. My son, Melanie, sits near me, and my husband, Patricia, looks up at the ceiling of our shelter. We hear a crack, and my son screams. My husband turns and, pulling out his rifle, smacks my son in the head with the butt of his gun. My son falls to the floor, his blood spilling out of his split-open head profusely as he twitches and makes choking sobs. He is silent and still after a moment.

 

This is the last thing I see before he slams the butt of his gun into my left temple and screams, "Shut the fuck up!"

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