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Day Forty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Disaster. Double disaster. We awoke this morning to a swarm of drones around the building in which we took refuge last evening. And that wasn’t bad enough. In our efforts to avoid detection, we discovered that this section of the city has no outlet to the country beyond.

Lyle wanted to backtrack and try again, over and to the right. I argued for caution. By hanging around and observing, a hidden passage might come to light. That is, if there is one.

Clarissa continues to be a great help. She seems to know from which direction the drones are coming minutes before they appear.

And we found one area of promise. Things seem to appear out of thin air there.

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About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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