Day One Thousand Eighty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Off and on we caught views of the megapolis from the lower elevation of the riverbed upon which we have been traveling. Not much has changed from the memory I carry of Babylon when we skirted around it on our escape out of the citadel. The skyscraper that came down on that occasion has not been replaced. A great void in the skyline marks its absence.

Our forward progress ground to a halt where the water filled the riverbed from bank to bank, forcing us up and out into the open.

It was more water than we have seen in an age.

And its level appeared to be rising as we watched.

Elijah decided we must make for the road.

Day Nine Hundred Fifty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A spirit of calm pervades the prison. Much due to the leadership of Reuben and Magwich.

Throughout the day decisions were made between the two groups: the guards and the prisoners, as how to best govern ourselves to the end that we all escape this place.

And escape we must. We cannot simply walk out. For by the manner in which we, the prisoners, were brought in, we were kept in the dark that the prison is situated within the bounds of a military installation.

Though certain that word has not leaked to them of the great change here, Reuben is not sure how long that secret can be maintained.

Elijah declares, however, that we only need wait until tomorrow.

Day Two Hundred Ninety One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We decided to visit one of the construction projects today. It was Elam’s idea. He arranged our arrival to coincide with the noon lunch hour.

One can see order and purpose being reimposed out of the haphazard jumble. The small square at its entrance filled with hungry workers at the appointed hour.

They were hungry for more than just a meal. Elijah spoke and no one interfered.

Elam was encouraged and I saw him set off into the crowd. He conversed with any and all comers. Soon he disappeared from sight, and would reappear at intervals with those listening from perches on higher stories.

I was thinking more yet may escape in these last eighteen days.

Then they took Elam.

Day Two Hundred Twelve Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Why I cannot see the other oasis now is a mystery to me. I probably should not be too concerned for it is not my destination, but I cannot escape the feeling that I am somehow connected to it.

I halted at one point in my transit and thought of Lyle.