Sarah tended to as many wounded as appeared in front of her. She went after mobility wounds first and some of the lesser wounded, sparing that rule for anyone who was in danger of dying. She worked quickly, hastily throwing on bandages without regard for the pain of her patients, and some were vocal about that fact. Sarah ignored all of them, patching up a large number of people and treating those who she could effectively help with a short period of time. A lot of people were showing up and it became obvious to Sarah she was going to run out of supplies. She only had a little bit of everything, mostly bandages and precious few drugs; adrenaline and morphine. Almost everyone wanted something for whatever pain they were in, but she saved it for someone who really needed it.<br/><br/>What surprised Sarah most, were the types of wounds. Cuts and deep gashes were the most common, but breaks, stab wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, fractures, impact wounds, crush wounds. Everything that one could expect for civil disorder wasn't present, as though it was a civil riot mixed with a natural disaster. She hadn't known things were getting so out of hand that these types of wounds would show up, and in such a high number. A lot of people were edgy, but most remained calm and as quiet as possible as Sarah treated their wounds, some became angry when she wouldn't give them any kind of drug but nothing escalated.<br/><br/>But she'd only been underway for a short while before people started shouting and yelling, some running. Initially Sarah was too focused on bandaging a mans leg to take notice of the brewing panic, but when her patient up and started to run before she even finished on his leg, she looked up and her mind clued into the panic rapidly escalating around her. A few people were still standing about, but most had run. Sarah quickly stood up and closed her bag, motioning to a few people who weren't wounded who remained behind. "<strong>Hey! Help some of these people to the barricade.</strong>" Sarah waved her hand to a couple of people who were severely wounded. "<strong>Get these people back! Go!</strong>" Sarah yelled, as the helicopter appeared overhead.<br/><br/>She looked up waving her arm and motioning towards the wounded people, most of whom were limping off away from the approaching rioters... zombies, whatever the fuck these people were, Sarah raised her axe threateningly as the closest few people, none of them seemed taken back or seemed to even notice. The few people who could move under their own power were already moving and Sarah cautiously started backing away from the large group of people as the chopper, or at least the officers inside, started to open fire. Sarah ducked down as shell casing bounced off her helmet, but as she calmed herself down and realized what it was that was hitting her, she erected herself, staying between the slowest of the moving wounded and what ...things there were surviving. One in particular moved quickly enough to get under the chopper, and moved towards Sarah faster than the wounded behind her.<br/><br/>Turning and facing the man head on, once he was close enough, Sarah jabbed him with the business end of the axe with both hands, carrying it like a door ram, and then quickly bringing the axe up above her head, and throwing her body weight into an overhead downward strike.