Day Five Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I had a dream in the early morning. I was jolted out of a deep sleep by a rhythmic pounding reverberating throughout the ship.

I left our cabin. There the pounding became muffled, but I could see a globe of light glowing as though through the bulkheads, emanating from somewhere below.

My footsteps took me to its source – the first container strapped to the deck.

The minute I touched its door, I awoke for real.

I looked to Elijah’s bunk. He was not there.

I encountered Tomas in the passageway. He had been on watch and saw a light down on the deck.

We found Elijah peering in through its open door.

We passed the day combing through its contents.

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Day Two Hundred Ninety Eight afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

A deep sleep hung over the whole place, from the subterranean floors to each succeeding one above.

Elam and I pushed past one supposed locked door after another, and past a dozen dozing guards.

When finally in the open air outside of the administration building we felt as if we were surfacing from underwater, like we had sleep-walked the whole way. We shook off our disorientation and went in search of Elijah.

I am confident we’ll find him well before the next eleven days come to pass.