Day Eight Hundred Eleven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was getting restless. Not that I’m impatient. Never that. Elijah, however, showed no signs of wanting to move on. He would not even entertain the idea of talking about it. Whenever I brought it up, he changed the subject.

Finally I just let it go, but not as to its future impact. I decided to make a list of our options – all the possible ways out of here. Which meant I had to actually go out and physically check them.

That’s when I made the discoveries.

All of the access points from this quarter that had been open in our outings yesterday, were now closed. I tried unfamiliar streets  and found them cut off too.

Somehow I was comforted.