Day One Thousand Two Hundred Twenty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We found the road unencumbered by patrols or checkpoints until we neared the area of the stone bridge. Well before then, Tomas guided us up to the level above the destroyed altar.

Though still in ruins people were hard at work attempting to make it serviceable. All the more ugly.

Mr. Kagi was the first to notice. Then I recognized the people being forced to work on the edifice – the prisoners paraded through the world government camp but a few days ago.

After a quick calculation in my head (and my memory of the shape of last night’s moon) I knew that tomorrow marks the return of the new moon.

My blood ran cold over the fate of these prisoners.

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Day One Thousand Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Things around here are moving fast and furious. Quasimo and one of his team took the first two groups out last night. Two more will follow them this morning if Mei approves.

The Purser will hold out until the last group goes with Mei which by our calculation should fall on the day after tomorrow.

Elijah and I are at odds about when we should leave. He wants to depart this afternoon with the third group. I think we should head up to the ruined city and see if the tribal issues have been resolved.  I find myself burdened for them again.

Tomas and Jezer are not quite resigned to abandoning the tanker truck. Tomas may yet find a way.