The four assailants tore the clothes off the first sister while she kept screaming and crying for her god, sister and mother. The mother at this point was galvanized into action to save her babies. Leaving her husband, the mother ran towards the undergrowth where her daughters were held only to be blocked by three non-participatory assailants. These three had cold expressions and seemed to be most determined to get the information from the father. The mother jumped on the remaining assailants of three who did not participate in the acts against her daughters, scratching and raining blows on them. They at first tried physically restraining her but realized her need to protect her offspring had granted the Amazonian strength of gods. The mother tossed one of the three assailants aside and rushed toward the undergrowth, but her heroic efforts were crowned when one of the standing assailants fired his submachine gun at an almost point-blank range at her temple.
The mother's head exploded into a fine mess of red, cream and bits of black. The mother immediately crumpled into a heap of clothes, flesh and blood with her blood spraying on the shooter and foliage around. The father screamed, a roar of pain and sorrow, calling his wife name while frantically renewing his crawling towards her body. The father would not notice that his nails had broken off, with his fingertips turning into a mess of blood, bone and sand as continued his weak voyage to his wife's body.
The assailants all collectively continued to look to his face for some sort of validation of their efforts at breaking his spirit but there was nothing. The father though shouting, had no expression on his face, his eyes sunken and distant like he could not even see the assailants at all. The four assailants continued to hold the eldest sister down while simultaneously looking at the father, three of them held her digits while the fourth positioned himself in-between her legs. The eldest sister seeing her mother killed continued to struggle. She screamed at the pain and the tears started to flow without end. AT this point she grabbed the assailant on top of her and bit him in the neck causing a fine shower of blood to spray upwards. The assailant cried and struggled to free himself from her grip but the grip tightened. The three assailants holding her marvelled at her resolve and started hitting her with their guns and knives but she did not budge. The bleeding assailant finally got a hold of his knife and started stabbing the eldest sister where ever his knife could reach. Blood surrounded the two of them as her blood and his mingled in an ever-expanding pool of blood. The eldest sister eventually let go of the bleeding assailant with her eyes rolled up in an expression of eternal enquiry. The bleeding assailant fell on his side, his body jerking as he breathes his last from excessive blood loss.
The second sister would be unable to put up as much of a struggle with the assailants, her small frail body curled in terror and an unavoidable misunderstanding of the situation. Pain suffused her body at the invading force as she feebly struggled. She called for her sister and mother, then her father and her brothers. No one came to her help. The father at this point had stopped crawling as a pool of blood formed around his body, he mumbled some words and the assailants all stopped their actions and walked towards him. The assailants with the eldest sister kicked her body aside, grabbed their dead comrade and walked towards the father. The two with the second sister walked away from her pulling up their trousers. The Eight assailants with their dead comrade walked up to the father and one of them crouched to listen to him. It seemed they had gotten what they wanted, they walked away unceremoniously leaving the father in a pool of his own blood dying. They disappeared into the thicket and Tunde lost sight of them.
Tunde, during the whole happening, had been kneeling down watching, stunned into inaction. The assailants had ignored him through it all as if he didn't matter. He stood up and surveyed the carnage all around him. He saw his last brother, still in the car with a stream of blood running out of the car unto the road. He saw his mother with her brains partially exited from her skull with a vacant expression and sandflies flying in and out of her skull. He saw his sister with several stab wounds and a gash on side of her face lying down with the expression of the eternally unsatisfied. Her clothes were strewn all over the place while blood ran down her legs from her privates. He saw the second sister in the thicket sitting while crying and muttering to herself. She was hugging her back while rocking herself gently. He saw his brother on the side of the road, unconscious with blood running down his face. He saw his father, still expressionless, the pool of blood around him and eyes closed in eternal acceptance of defeat.
Tunde saw all of this…
...And he screamed with all his strength till the world faded to black and all things stopped moving.