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.