Day Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle and myself seem to be the only living and breathing humans in this village. And there are no dead ones lying around, with the exception of the denizens of the local cemetery. A cursory check there revealed that there have been no additions for almost three years.

Has the village been abandoned since then? And did they run away from or run away to something?

I couldn’t help but remember the throngs of people coming into the city when I was trying to get out. Surely they were not of their number. The timing would not be correct. Perhaps they have gone ahead of us, in the direction of our calling. We both certainly cling to that distinct possibility.