Day Two Hundred Eighty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Acting on Elam’s urging, we did not return to the garden square last night. Instead he led us to an empty building on the side of the city nearer the seaport.

It was a relatively quiet night. The only noise drifted in from the government sector where some kind of rally was transpiring.

When we passed through the area this morning the streets were littered with bottles and syringes. Not a person in sight.

Elam gathered up his group from Sy’s father’s house, and we finally persuaded him to leave with them. It will be the last.

Elijah and I checked our spot in the square. Elam guessed right. Someone paid a call last night.

Twenty two days and counting.

Day Two Hundred Seventy Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There are indications of a great slaughter in this area also, just no human remains left behind to decorate it.

Elijah kept our presence hidden from view. At any sign of activity, construction or otherwise he turned us aside.

Our course was so erratic that we lost our orientation. We entered building after building in search of a vantage point from which to regain our bearings. At long last Elijah was satisfied, and we descended to take up our march towards a garden square in the next sector over.

Suddenly, as we neared our destination, people filled the streets. But we were just two more figures moving in the gathering dusk.

We will spend the night in the garden square.