Day Two Hundred Three Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

The slap of my feet echoes across the rocky expanse I am traversing. Gone is the scrub, the last vestige of a living organism out here.

Or so I thought.

At one point there was a loud buzzing way off to my left. Then nothing.

A dragonfly flicked by my ear and for a moment I thought it may have been the source.

But no.


Day Two Hundred Three Midday #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

The scrub lands have given way to solid rock beneath my step. Off in the distance a vast desert of sand beckons me.

Behind me the city is now visible above the cliffs we descended. It sits silent and dark.

A buzzing overtook me at midday. A lone drone. Its intent, to harm me. It crashed instead.