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In a matter of seconds, that melodic hum was replaced by the staccato rhythm of high-velocity gunfire. The transition was so abrupt and overwhelming that the human mind initially struggled to categorize the sound. Several neighbors later recounted that their first instinct was to assume the noise was the crackle of fireworks—a common accompaniment to weekend festivities in the area. That hopeful assumption vanished instantly as the air was pierced by screams that carried a visceral, life-altering terror. Inside the home and throughout the yard, the festive atmosphere evaporated, replaced by a desperate, frantic scramble for survival. Parents, driven by a primal protective instinct, threw themselves onto the grass, using their own bodies as human shields to protect their children from the lead tearing through the afternoon air.
