Home Invasion

CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of dead bodies, and grievous bodily harm (not graphic), including allusions to the death of a child. Spoils the post a bit, but I want to give fair warning for the people who aren't comfortable with these kinds of topics. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Xca0tutOOU)  The lifeless streets of Ponyville slowly fade over the horizon. The road ahead is barren, save for the occasional abandoned, or damaged vehicle. Along the road into the countryside of Ponyville, a lone stallion treads. Alone, on edge, and unsure of just where he really is, Nar scans his surroundings constantly while making his way to his sister's house. Instincts, and experience work in tandem to ensure he is alert, aware, and ready to react the moment anything seems off. He passes by a sheriff's deputy who lies next to his cruiser. His firearm is clutched tightly in his right arm. Shell casings laying close to where he fell. There's no visible damage to his person, but when Nar stoops to check on him, the man's body is ice cold. He checks the deputy's radio, but finds it as lifeless as the man it once belonged to. Rising slowly, Nar re-focuses on his current objective of reaching his sister's house. The walk out to Asuka's house is not a particularly long one. From the outskirts of Ponyville, he manages to sight the house after around 50 minutes of walking. Not once does he spot any living beings, or any of the entities that came into the town. All he finds are lifeless bodies, and the rare pile of black slurry. He can only assume these piles of slurry are the remains of what entities the townsfolk managed to take down. If that is the case, then the townsfolk got far worse than they gave.  Sat between a section of Ponyville's woods, and a large pasture, Asuka's house is far from a sight for sore eyes. Even from the end of the long gravel driveway that connects the house to the road, Nar can see a large tear has been ripped into the garage door. Worry wraps it's icy tendrils around his heart, dulling reason, and hastening his steps. His head tells him to slow down, and think. To be more cautious, but his heart tells him to hurry to his family. Reason manages to reign in some control, but not fully.  Gravel crunches beneath Nar's feet. In his haste to find his family, he's neglected to walk along the dirt. Experience tells him to make as little noise as possible, but worry tells him to move quicker. Who, or whatever might hear him be damned!  Nar slips through the large tear in the garage door. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the darker interior of the garage. He blinks a few times in an attempt to adjust faster, finding it to be of little help. Once his eyes have finally adjusted to the light, he can see that the door into the house appears to be missing. His heart leaps into his throat for a moment, before dropping into his stomach. Breaths become shallow. His arms begin to shake with panicked anxiety. He doesn't know if he's ready to see what he knows he'll see inside.  The sight from the doorway sends ice through every centimeter of vein in Nar's body.  Against the pantry opposite the door, his father sits slumped forward. His chest has been punctured with what looks to be some sort of blade. Reluctantly, Nar takes one step into the house. A device from within lets out a series of beeps, followed by a synthesized voice stating "Front door." He doesn't notice. His head turns left in order to look for the door. Wooden splinters lay on the floor where the door would normally open to. The hinges ripped apart in the door frame. Whole body shuddering, Nar forces himself to turn to his right, and move further into the home. His heart drops again when he sees his mother lying on the floor with wounds similar to his father. A kitchen knife lays on the floor a few feet from her. It appears to have gone unused. A voice in Nar's head reminds him to breathe. He realizes just how long he's been holding his breath. He exhales a shaky breath, then inhales deeply. The breath seems to remind his heart to beat. Only, it does not beat steadily. It races, pounding inside his chest like an engine. Shock slows his movements. The walk through the kitchen, into the living room feels like it takes ages. The floorboards creak as Nar steps foot into the living room. The rug in the middle of the living room has been torn to shreds. The wooden boards underneath filled with large, deep scratches. The recliner sat next to the entrance to the hallway has been shredded open. Cushion fluff hangs loosely out of the scratches, leaving a trail that leads into the hallway Of the four doors in the hallway, three are still standing. The only one that has been opened is the one at the back left end of the hallway. Asuka's room. Mind numbed by panic, Nar listlessly drags his feet along the hallway. No thoughts reach fruition. With each step, dread seeps into his heart. It seems to fill his limbs, causing them to become as heavy as concrete.  Hesitantly, Nar orients himself to face the doorway of Asuka's room. The door lays in much the same state as the front door. Smashed to splinters on the ground. Inch by inch, Nar forces himself to shuffle into the bedroom. Anguish gnaws at his heart, eroding his will bit by bit. He doesn't want to-no... He CAN'T face what he knows he'll see. He's already seen too much, but... He can't bring himself to back out now. If he doesn't see this through, he'll eat himself up wondering about it later.  The room's dresser sits between the bed, and the closet. Blocking it off from entrance. It doesn't seem to have done any good, as the bed appears to have been torn up in it's place. With a deep breath, Nar hardens his heart, and commits to looking beyond the dresser. He bounds forwards before he loses his nerve. His head shoots over the dresser to peer behind it.  On the floor just behind the dresser is Asuka. Thank Solaris she's face down. If Nar had to see his sister's face after what happened, he'd... The large lacerations on Asuka's back give Nar pause. Tears begin to stream down Nar's cheeks. She was just trying to hide. No... Wait... The position of her arms. They aren't splayed out. It looks like she'd been on her hands and knees before she collapsed.  A little, pastel blue hand sticks out from under Asuka. Nar breaks.