Day One Hundred Twenty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle made it back this morning. He’d been detained at the order of someone very high up.  I shared my knowledge with him, and the details lined up with what he had learned. We both agreed that this shadowy figure is most likely Stan.

They are all fearful of talking about him.

I turned to Kip and described our companion from the mountain. Kip went wide eyed and nodded with resignation.

Kip explained that this young man with a beard left a few weeks ago and had just recently returned. Now more emphatic that they line up with his orders as dictated from the world authority, as they have quelled wars and lent succor to disaster areas.

Is it time?


Day Eighty Five PM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We descended the other side of the mountain. The trail is as handy as the one upon which we ascended.

Lyle and I are satisfied with the answers to the questions put to our new companion. In the main, Stan (for that is the name he goes by) was headed away from the destination because he was looking for us. He felt it best to secure what he was looking for by seeking our company first.

And he explains that his only motive is that we be hastened on our way.  To that end he has informed us that all these small villages in sight have been abandoned, and advises that we go directly to the city on the plain.