Folding up the FLYER I get to my feet and head over to my BAG OF SUPPLIES, putting it away. After picking up my BAG I start against toward SWEET APPLE ACRES. I'm unsure if anyone is still there but at least I know that SOME EVENT happened there.

The road becomes somewhat hilly as groves of trees on either side become more populated. Unlike in the EVERFREE FOREST the trees of SWEET APPLE ACRES won't grow out of control. At least, that's what was explained to me when I first toured the farm with APPLEJACK.

It's disconcerting to see the once organized rows of trees become a sporadic grouping more akin to forests back home on EARTH. While the fresh scent of apples remain, mixed within is the sour smell of rotting fruit, as apples aplenty are scattered on the ground, unpicked. Some have been eaten by what I assume are WILD ANIMALS since I've yet to see a pony in the few short hours I've been awake.

Up ahead is the APPLE FAMILY FARM where the HOUSE and BARN are, and I can only swallow in grief at the dilapidated appearance of it all. While the red paint was still yet to wear out, the boards of both the HOUSE and the BARN was broken in places. What looks to be BULLET HOLES have pierced into the side of the BARN. Garbage is strewn all over the place and the front door to the HOUSE seems to be missing.

I'm at SWEET APPLE ACRES. I've found a FLYER that urgently called others to come here at some point. The HOUSE and BARN look untended to. It is eerily quiet. What do I do?