A QUIET PLACE ~ EQUESTRIA GIRLS

Noon. Sun’s reached its zenith now. I’m on the first-floor reception of the ER wing with Comet Tail and Maud Pie. Most of the building’s damage seems to have erupted here, so it was difficult not to disturb broken glass or debris. But we checked all the other doorways, finding them blocked or bolted shut. Also, making our way to the stairwells, we found the northeast corner with the least blockage and without loose steps ready to fall and crash.

Tail got anxious at first, since I took a while in the Church after my nightmare. He shows jittering movements sometimes but improves after he stops to take a deep breath. Miss Pie has been calm and still throughout the trip, blinking her eyes now and then, and sometimes following us with her line of sight. She demonstrated to us how quick she is with setting a lighter next to a firecracker from her pockets with so little noise. With that, I took the end of the line while Tail led the troupe. With Pie looking out for unpleasant company, Tail and I have been scrounging one small area at a time. At least, those areas we can access without too much trouble.

I’m surprised at how low the body count is down here. But that’s only because these were the lucky souls who weren’t snatched away at death. We don’t know what those things do to their prey on capture. Because of how sporadic the slashes are against the walls, floors, trees and ground, we’ve got very little to work with and track down their remains, never mind what exactly happened. I paused to offer a small prayer for all my deceased neighbors and brethren in the Anointed One.

Lots of toiletries and air tanks in supply closets, but we don't have the means to take them all this trip. More paper, pens and pencils here. Some extra bags for carrying things here and there. Prescription tablets strewn on the floor and countertops out of their containers, which are empty to distinguish what belong to where. The containers still intact and full we foraged, alongside a couple cans of instant coffee. Very little else aside from crutches, wheelchairs, and lollipops. Figured the kids could enjoy the latter, at least. The rest is otiose, whether to use or carry with us right now.

We stopped for a small lunch here at ER reception, made for us by Daisy, Lily and Roseluck. Don’t want to rush ourselves going anyplace, for the sake of keeping calm and not causing loud disturbances while we work. After a few more sips from our water bottles, we’ll gently put them back in our backpacks then carry on to the second floor.