This may be the last time

I'm sorry.
I know it says December, but it isn't. Still September.
A few weeks ago was the last post, and since then all mayhem has broken loose. There were fights, battles really, and some maniacs who obviously hadn't had their Prozac recently stole half my bandages.
Of course, the same day they stole them I needed them. Badly. Our tech manager had to travel up on the elevator with bodyguards to fix someone's TV, but it was an ambush. They attacked our guards, and while the guards were distracted, somebody shattered a teacher's vase over our tech's head. So he wasn't able to fix this dumb computer when it told me it was December.
Not while unconscious, anyhow. And I wasn't able to wake him before taking out the glass shards, which I couldn't do without bandages as it would start the bleeding. Again.
Currently I'm hiding out in the freezer with my patients. I transferred them here when the battle was taken too close to our section of school. There's limited light, but at least the wounds won't fester from heat here. (ew.) In fact, quite the opposite. Every few hours or so I rub lotion onto everyone's face, hands, and feet to keep frostbite away. The battle is directly outside us now, and I can hear hollers and shouts of rage. The other teams are angry. They didn't agree with us when we announced we needed more than our ration of food because otherwise our sick wouldn't heal. Which was true. But they didn't agree anyway, because TEAM BLUE ARE IDIOTS!!!! I would have shouted that aloud had the necessity of not being found not been so important. If they find us in this freezer before the battle is over, they will take the extra food I've hoarded away for our sick. They don't understand why the extra food is so important. Besides, half of them have more than enough to eat anyway. They stole the popcorn machine the other day. It didn't bother me, as it wasn't working well anyway. But somehow they fixed it, and I'm seething at how they stuff their faces up there and don't realize how the weak and diseased down here, (some of them are their own people!) need that food. They think we have enough, but I haven't eaten in 2 days, but for a sliver of turkey that one of my patients adamantly refused. It took a while before I realized that her parched throat was trying to say the word "vegetarian". Well, that was good news and bad news. Good news: More turkey for everyone else! Bad news: I ran out of vegetables a week ago.

I don't know how much longer we can live. I'm almost completely out of all supplies, food, medicines... without some sort of extreme rationing system and a truce between groups, I don't see how we will survive this. There's been no sign of outside, and an earthquake two weeks ago stopped all noises from outside efforts to help us. From what it looks like, the doors were blocked off by debris from other buildings. Thankfully, our school held up, though I hear that the top floor walls somewhat collapsed. No one was hurt severely. It might be a while before I speak to you again, so pray for us.

If this battle has as many casualties as I suspect, we're gonna need it.


-Goodbye! I hear someone opening up the door-

Day 3

News:
There was a fight between Groups Green and Yellow. There was blood and they came to me to fix it. I sterilized it and bandaged it up. I found, in a freezer in the kitchens, a box of 100s of unopened turkey slices. I opened it immediately to serve to the sick and injured.

Illnesses: SAME
Injuries:
17
a: Swollen ankle, Sarah Lemandola, unrecorded, treated
b: Slash on side, Hale Iglesias, recorded at 8:46 a.m., treated
15 unrecorded

No food other than turkey given out

Medicines:
2 bandages
1 pair of crutches


I am writing this in a haste because while it must be done, the battle rages on. By far does Team Black have more superior weapons, but they are many and they are angry. Our guards are holding them back using fire extinguishers, but a few have slipped through the crowds and are attacking Intelligence. I must go to fight and help the injured.

Flame
Head of Medicines and Food

Day 2

Today there was no activity, really. People were confused as to what to do in the mornings, but the bodyguards helped them along their little morning routines. Clover had a talk with the technologies. They'd been messing around with the games online. Clover had HK wire the laptops so they couldn't. JB had a talk with them too, and reminded them what life would be like if they weren't in Group Black. It would be bad. Oh, yes. The other groups weren't as skilled, as organized as ours. They didn't have the cafeteria, or the nurses office or the entire bottom floor. No, they had pitiful little rooms, and were under our command. I noticed there was mold on the meager supplies of turkey we had left, so I threw it out. Clover thought I should just scrape off the mold, but I said that I wasn't taking any chances, and that skimping in the food department meant lots of work in the medicine department, considering people would get sick and come to me.

Injuries:
1
a: Dylan Snow, twisted ankle, recorded at 9:40 a.m., treated
Illnesses:
4
a: Michael Rodriguez, slight cold, recorded at 9:14 a.m., treated
b: Sophie Xandru, Slight cold and cough, recorded at 8:57 p.m., treated
c: Emma Smith, asthma attack, recorded at 3:01 p.m., treated
d: Simon Nodnea, possible flu, recorded at 5:48 a.m., untreated due to lack of supplies

Quarantine: inside my office
2
a: Emma Smith, checked in at 3:24 p.m., due to recurring asthma attacks
b: Simon Nodnea, checked in at 5:52 a.m., due to untreated possible flu

Food given out:
Apples to each team, bananas to people allergic to apples
Assorted milks to each team
Popcorn to each team

Medicines handed out:
Pills given and checked out properly to all who need it
Bandages given to Dylan Snow, 9:44 a.m.
Crutches given out to Dylan Snow, 9:46 a.m.
1 asthma inhaler, checked out at 3:17 p.m., given to Emma Smith

That's all that happened today. We have a quickly dwindling supply of chicken patties, the only real food we have.

Flame
Head of Medicine and Food

Day 1

News: Mass confusion and chaos. Our  guards are out there 24/7, so we only have me, and the medics and technology to help us fight in case the other groups come to attack us. We have the Intelligence, too, but we need them to stay back and defend the medicines, food and laptops.

Todays injuries:
1
a: Sophie Xandru, slight scrape on knee, recorded at 4:35 p.m., treated


Illnesses:
2
a: Mathew Iesenhower, possible flu, recorded at 2:03 a.m., treated
b: Emma Smith, slight asthma attack due to stress, recorded at 10:28, treated

Food dealt out:
Fruits given out to all groups,
Milk sent up with guard
Snack of popcorn

Medicines handed out:
1 asthma inhaler: issued to Emma Smith 9/16/11 at 10:36 p.m.
1 bottle off Ibuprofen: issued to Mathew Iesenhower, 9/16/11 at 2:19 a.m.
1 bandage: issued to Sophie Xandru, 9/16/11 at 4:41 p.m.

Problems with:

Food:
0
Med supplies:
0

Report over.

Flame
Head of Medicines and Food