Dear Planet Earth,
The powerâ€™s finally back online. I know I promised to make aÂ comprehensive timeline of all the crazy things that have been happening since October, but I swear I have a good excuse:
Roberts took this picture for me of the burning ambulance now decorating the front of ourÂ hospital-turned-battlefield. The mole people attacked early Monday morning, just as the rising sun was at its most inspiring and tranquil point.
There was only about a dozen of them, which is probably why weâ€™re still alive. They started shooting their crazy guns at our unmanned tanks, and that screeching, piercing sound jolted me â€” and presumably every other human within five miles â€” out of peaceful slumber. The adrenaline got me out of bed and over the windowsill.
I could see our boys returning fire with their comparatively primitive rifles, and a few of them even made it to the tanks. The entire parking lot was a smoking, thundering haze within five minutes. The bastards finally retreated when they saw their battle was lost and we chased them back for about three klicks. (I learned today that a â€œklickâ€ is a kilometer, and you have to wonder how our military came to adopt that without using the metric system.)
The hospital is missing some windows and â€” like I said â€” the power was out, but we somehow survived without any fatalities. Three soldiers have some serious injuries; luckily they were already living in a hospital.
The small scale of the attack has General Talpa convinced that this was only a group of scouts, and that we have to move everyone out right now before the full wave comes. The doctors are saying thatâ€™s impossible without sacrificing the lives of some patients, and now thereâ€™s some serious politics going on here.
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