Day Three Hundred Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It’s been a long and trying day. But I must say it was worse for those attempting to harm us.

It started early. Before we were awake. But the crashing sounds of the assault fixed that.

Still, by the time we opened our door to look, it had fallen silent again. It took several minutes before we could ascertain what had happened. The stairwells at both ends of our floor were clogged with dead bodies. All trampled.

From our room we called down to Stan to come and remove the bodies. For answer we received some bricks through the windows.

Little by little bodies were dragged from the building. And a new perimeter was set up.

Four days no more.

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Day Two Hundred Sixty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We would have (and could have) traversed the underground passage in the space of the daylight hours. But we had some unforeseen obstacles and equally unforeseen discoveries, all of which decided us to remain down here for awhile.

First, our progress was impeded and slowed down by a blockage. A section of the tunnel ceiling (a floor from the structure above) had caved in and all access around was cut off. We were at the point of turning around when Elijah found an entrance into a building. We entered and by trial and error made our way up and over the obstruction.

It was all providential. Our delay meant that we encountered a band of people that needed our help.

Day Two Hundred Thirty Three Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Dreamed last night that I was standing at the edge of the oasis. The sun was rising, but so was a rock from the floor of the desert.

Day Sixty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have now completely examined all of the village’s buildings. We indeed are all alone.

We have packed all that we deem useful, leaving much that is too bulky or unwieldy.

I proposed that we spend one more night before taking to the trail again. My proposal was agreed to.

The wind kicked up as the sun went down. It felt good to be indoors. And with a fire in a fireplace.

We turned in after supper, but kept to the floor. Lyle can’t sleep on anything else, and I don’t want to get used to not roughing it.

We decided to suspend our times on watch. Not a good decision as it turns out. For the night went bump.