Day Four Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A tantalizing sight within our prospect, the island’s port city in its glass and steel grandeur, but at the same time we are sobered by the zig-zagging coastline between us and it. It goes on forever and ever.

I take the opportunity here and there to push in off of the beach to look for any means by which to scale to the heights above us.

I returned from one such foray to an excited Elijah. He had spotted a ship underway off the coast. A ship that he is certain is the one that carried us across the other ocean.

It seems more important than ever that we find a way up the cliffs that hem us in.

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.