You'll have to forgive me if this post is a little sloppy and short. I'm not quite a hundred percent yet. See, a bunch of us were apparently poisoned.
It turns out that one of the people that came here last week to get treatment was actually one of the Richmond soldiers. We know this because he left us a damn note after he put something in the food to make us wish we had died. Not to actually kill us, you understand, but affect us just enough to let everyone here know we can still be targeted, and in ways we might never expect.
Thankfully the food he tampered with didn't get everyone. The people that were on sentry duty didn't eat, obviously, nor did most of the medical personnel since they were also working.
I hate being sick, and whatever he put in the stew did its job very well. Vomiting, fever, the runs, coughing...the whole flu experience compressed into a few days. It still feels like my head is going to roll off my shoulders and hit the floor.
At any rate, I don't have much else in me at the moment. We're OK if miserable, and even with a third of our numbers out of commission we've been pretty safe from the zombies ambling around outside, holed up as we are in the hospital...
Back tomorrow. I've only been up an hour, but I need a nap.