“Twenty eight days.”
Acting our herald in the streets, Elam continued to proclaim the warning.
We gathered a train of people on our way to the administration building. They saw us coming and shut and locked the doors in our faces.
As Elijah spoke to the assemblage, I circulated in their midst. Some people I recognized from past days, but the further out I went, they all seemed so new – and I could tell that they were hearing all of this for the first time.
When Elijah finished I turned back to join him. A small group accosted me. Each one complained to me that which ever direction they tried they were denied exit.
I had no answer for them.