Billy, Shelly, and Austin Anderson stepped out of their home. Each Child had a backpack over their shoulder and all went to the same school. Billy, the oldest was in the senor grade while his younger sister and Brother were in the lower grades; Austin being the youngest. They casually walked up the concrete walkway the way they always did, chatting amongst themselves about various subjects. None of them would consider what they were doing potentially deadly but then none of them were viewing the world from ground level. As was the case for the lone occupant in a silver Malibu only a few steps away.
Scott was mesmerized by what he was seeing, the kids were only young and yet a single footfall was enough to bounce the car on it's shocks. He could only guess at their ages but they'd have to have been between 15 and 8. He had been so distracted by what he was seeing that he hadn't realized the danger he was in until it was too late. A single footstep would be all that was needed to flatten the car into tinfoil.
Before he could even make an effort to put the car in gear and drive it out of the path of destruction the kids were upon him. He was a step away from death under a sneaker wearing foot.
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