Day Eight Hundred Eighty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I worked on the damaged drone all day. I isolated the problems and gave a list of parts to Jezer when he returned from the hiding place.

He promised to have what I need sometime overnight.

Meanwhile Meesa made some calculations and came up with a deadline for us. We need to have everyone out by the day after tomorrow. We will time it to the morning exodus for scrap recovery.

Elijah held up by himself in his new favorite spot – a tiny, little garden, set in the courtyard of the residence Meesa shares with us.

He has chosen to fast until further notice. And to prepare himself for another round of meetings late tonight.

No sleep for me either.

Day Eight Hundred Eighty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was a day of calm. Having the feel of the lull before the storm.

Jezer led out more groups who are now safely ensconced in the hiding place.

Meesa continued to monitor developments. Concern was mounting that the authorities will soon notice that the amount of “labor groups” going out were more than those returning. To my thinking we shall soon need to exodus en masse. Especially as the numbers composing the labor groups dwindle. An event that will all the more be likely as more drones are filling the skies.

I was at the point of broaching the topic with Elijah again, when someone brought in a damaged drone to Meesa.

Perhaps Jezer can find some spare parts.