March 10, XXXX
Entry 13
I woke up to find myself in the infirmary.
Shrod's alright, and his leg's all patched up and ready to go. He was sleeping beside me.
After he saw me woke up he was relieved to see that I was alright.
I remembered we were walking in the maze, when suddenly he yelped in pain. I knew it was his leg, and I tried to fix his bandages, then all of a sudden we heard a gunshot. That was all I could remember.
Shrodinger called Alice right away. Alice came with a grave look on her face. She had a scowl on her face and I thought that she would be screaming at me.
But instead she moved aside and I saw Mr. Jared at the door, looking awfully worried. The scar on his face wiggled as he blinked his good eye. He ran towards where I was and clasped my hand.
He scolded Alice, though she only rolled her eyes as she did so, as she said that the training was enough for us. Jared rebutted that making children fight against the Warbots were too much.
Shrod told me that Matsuo and Irina managed to get out of the maze a day after the incident happened, and that I was excused with the Cleaning. He says it's alright that I wouldn't, since only a few people use the toilet here anyway, and Shelby helps him out sometimes. I smiled at the thought of Shelby helping. She must consider me as a friend already; if not only me, then everyone as her friend. Either way, it warmed me. There are still nice people, even if they are really strange.
I heard news circling around the infirmary that the camp might be over, and we would be sent back, due to the Warden's orders. I don't know why he would do it. It's for our good. I agree with Alice. Though I admit that I was almost killed. My family's gone, and I know it. I have nowhere else to go. Whether I like it or not I have to be here. I don't want to spend in the battle grounds unprepared. I'd take the risks of training her to be ready for the outside world. I've accepted it.
I'll be staying here in the infirmary for another week. My head is throbbing from all of the thinking. I saw that the bracelet was clasped onto my wrist. I don't remember wearing it since I came here, and I wonder who would put it. Maybe it's Mr. Jared.
My hand's are getting real tired. I'll write later.